To Someone That I Have Been Dreaming Of

They say that perfect men are not real, I assume they’re true. The thing is, I don’t need a perfect man. I simply need you—someone I haven’t even known yet—who’s willing and going to complete my incomplete puzzle, who loves me, passionately, just the way I am, someone who can understand my weirdness. That one particular person whose weirdness is compatible to mine, because I’m that weird.

I don’t know who you are now. Let me guess. You’re probably watching those non-sense movie, or maybe you’re reading a book, in your room while looking at the ceiling, or you probably are gazing on Jakarta’s beautiful sky scrappers. Perhaps, you’re not even in Jakarta. What if you’re actually in a different timezone from me, reading a book you recently just bought from Barnes and Nobles in Central Park, New York City? Or you just got back from wallmart and listen to the same music as me?

I’ve mentioned a lot about someone who reads. It’s probably because I want you to have the same hobby as I do. I want to read a book, with you by my side, let our minds wander in our own readings, experiencing what Mia and Vincent from Pulp Fiction did. When we can just shut our mouths up, and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Dear you,

I don’t know how we will meet and where we will see each other. Oh, probably I’ve already met you before. You’re probably the guy who always goes to the same bookshop as I do, or maybe once you went to the same cafe as I did. Or you’re the guy who went to the same school as me?

My mind is tired of wondering of what kind of person you are. Are you a guy who wears clothes with collars every single day? Are you someone who’s as simple as what you love to wear every single day, a comfy t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans? Are you a type of person who listens to Jazz music and love to write a piece of music, with soothing melody? I have no idea. And no, don’t worry. Once I already met you, I won’t compare you to my favorite fictional character or my favorite actors ;)

To someone I don’t even know yet, someone who will make reality seem better than what romantic-happy-ending-novel always describes, someone who proves that happy ending isn’t only in the movies, someone who quotes a lot from books and always compares whenever a movie out of the book he reads come out, I love you. And I’ve been waiting for you to come.

With love,
The Girl Who Has Been Expecting to Meet You Soon

To The Guy on My Twitter Timeline

 Hello!

Or should I say aloha, holla, or something in another language? Since you like to travel around the world. It’s kinda fun to see how often you post the pictures of some places you’ve stepped on, or funny pics of you, you literally post everything on twitter. I remembered when you posted a picture of you where you put a big cheese on your head or when you posted a picture when you got tied up or when you posted a picture of you in paris, or when you posted a picture when you lost scrable with your mom. I do know too that you like to use the word ‘pal’ to call your friends and it’s good because the word ‘pal’ sounds like you try to get closer with everyone and you want everyone to feel that way too. I see how much you love your family and your literally 4 amazing brothers and your job through your tweets. And how much you love your boots, I saw your tweets about your boots that made a couple of holes due the fact that you wear it every time.  Or how much you like to wear bennie or hat and I found it cool, it fits you and your curly hair perfectly.

You may be wondering why I  notice that kind of things but well who didn’t know that? Moreover you must not know me since we haven’t met. Well basically I’m one of your followers on twitter. I heard you and your band-mates was formed as a band at the talent show and I heard you guys sang and I loved it, so I found your  (and band mates) twitter and I followed you (and your band mates) I like hearing to all of you and your band-mates songs and your raspy voice oh how i want so badly to hear the voice of yours like directly. I bet the girls that had been together with you were lucky. You’re tender, you’re such a gentleman, you’re kind, and you don’t badmouth people. I remembered that time when you dated a girl it didn’t last long though and I was glad for that (sorry). Because the day that the pictures of you and her spread up very fast like the wind I felt a pang in my heart which was not healthy because you don’t even know that I’m exist, we haven’t met.

I basically in love on how you tweet with such positive energy by always adding ‘x’ at the end of your tweet. I surprisingly in love on how you brilliantly respond to everyone’s tweet. I unintentionally in love on how you always tweet passionately about things that make you feel alive, about meeting new people, foods, concerts, places. Most of all, I deeply in love on how that gorgeous and heartwarming smile of yours never vanish from your peaceful face. And the dimple, it makes you even cuter. I genuinely think I love you at the first sight. But scratch that. How can I be in love with you at the first sight when we haven’t even shared any sight at all?

This letter may sound creepy, though you might not going to see this. The fact that we have no family relation whatsoever yet I know things about you make me sound like an obsessive stalker. Trust me I’m not. Let just say I am your virtual secret admirer. Above of all, a dosage of blissfulness in your tweet brings happiness in me too. Believe me, it’s contagious. If there’s a lesson that you indirectly teach me is that we are actually luckier and could be happier than we think we are. We just sometimes choose not to. We should just living life to the fullest.

I hope this is not inappropriate. I sometimes wonder will you notice me, will you at least follow me on twitter so you know that there’s a girl who dying to be seen by you. But, thank you. Thank you for being you.

I guess that is all.

Sincerely,

The girl who followed you on twitter

Rangkaian Tentang Kau

Kau, benang hidupku, kita sulam waktu bersama untuk jutaan windu

Kau, museum masa depan, ku tabung senyummu mulai dari sekarang

Kau, bilangan sempurna, akan ku hitung hingga ajal menjelma di hadapan kita

Kau, adalah tuturan doa, yang akan selalu kuaminkan

Kau, bagaikan rumah, tempat dimana aku menetap

Kau, gaungan suara, yang hanya terdengar dikepalaku

Kau, kertas putih kosong, akan ku tulis jutaan kisah kita diatasnya

Kau, tanah tempat berpijak, menopang tegapku memetik langit

Kau, sepasang sayap, membawa ku terbang menuju tak terbatas

Kau, api yang menghangatkan, mendekapku erat dalam dingin malam

Kau, adalah gravitasi, biar ragaku jatuh atas dirimu

Kau, rangkain bunga mawar, harummu semerbakkan hariku

Kau, adalah piano, yang memainkan lagu-lagu cinta

Kau, pelukis handal, sapukan warna merah jambu pada pipiku

Kau, hembusan angin, menyapu air mata yang turun

Kau, kumpulan rindu, rentang panjang yang tak ingin ku ukur

Kau, lentera cahaya, terangkan makna bahwa cinta sejati ada

Kau, jantung hatiku, denyut dan degupnya selalu terdengar saat bersamamu

Kau, seperti harmoni, music mengalun indah disetiap kecapmu

Kau, kumpulan album foto, yang menyimpan kenangan dalam gambar

Kau, adalah jawaban, yang akan kupilih sampai mati

Kau, kumpulan sajak, uraian kata yang tersimpan dalam ruang hati

Kau, sosok paling rasional, yang membuatku berpikir irasional

Tertanda,

Clara Eclesia Fides.