A week of silent. It wasn’t a punishment. Instead i’d call it a phase of reflection. Not for him. He wanted it ended.
I doubt that he thinks about me. Knowing how stubborn and cold-hearted he is. I still think of him, jokes we used to share, how we used to tease each other.
Still hoping to see him in my dream again. My friend thought this was getting a bit chronic and out of control. Unfortunately, i must say that dreaming of #cintahati is the only option left for me.
The feelings and thought will sail. Whether for good or better purpose, noone knows.