Lagi kumpulan di gereja. Gatau tiba2 di barisan tengah ada yg nyetel Four Seasonnya Vivaldi. Otomatis aku nyeletuk “lah dikasih lagu klasik nih acaranya?” Mereka diem, natap aku kebingungan, aku bingung juga “loh siapa yg nyetel lagu?” Padahal aku kedengeran intro la primavera

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bule-bule yang suka komplain about asian anime fans using characters' first names will not survive indo fandom yang manggilnya kak issei kak eita etc omg

BISA-BISANYA BAWAH TANGGA RUMAH TASYA FARASYA KOPONG SAMPAI BISA DIMASUKIN ORANG 😭 Serem banget pas tau ternyata bagian tengahnya bolong gitu. untung nggak sampai rubuh dan memakan korban. Keterlaluan banget emang si Ahmad🫵🏻

hi hari ini gue mau cerita tentang pet grief : ) tadi sore gue lanjutin baca Before We Say Goodbye. bab ii nyeritain Sunao Hikita, who wished to return to the past to say goodbye to her dog, regretting that she never got to say those final words while he was dying. beneran relate banget sama kucing gue, who left me three years ago. it’s so gut-wrenching to think that maybe i carried that regret for years, wondering if things could’ve been different. just like Sunao’s thoughts, “Kayaknya kalau dulu nggak gini, kucingku nggak akan pergi, deh.” and i’ve been hiding this long grief so quietly that i didn't even realize how much of it was still there, tucked away somewhere inside me, waiting for something to bring it all back to the surface. pet grief is such a peculiar kind of grief. the world keeps moving because, to everyone else, “pet is just pet”. yet the smallest things bring you right back to the moment you lost them. their little habits, the things you wish you’d done differently, and the version of your life where they're still here. and i think the hardest part is learning to live with the fact that i’ll never know if things could’ve turned out differently. but after reading this chapter, i can finally let it go. so how’s heaven, sayang? i miss you. i’m sorry there are still so many what-ifs in my heart. i hope you know how deeply you were loved, and how much of that love is still here, even after years. 🤍

Ada duka yg jarang dibicarakan: merelakan hidup yg dulu kita bayangkan, mimpi yg mungkin tak tercapai, dan masa depan yang tak sesuai rencana. Ternyata, tumbuh dewasa juga berarti berduka atas sesuatu yang bahkan belum sempat kita miliki, lalu belajar hidup tanpa harapan itu.