Yesterday, I woke up in the morning, waiting for the wave of sadness struck me.
But nothing happen.
I wait for another couple minutes.
Still, nothing happen.
No depressed feeling. No oh-i-know-lets-be-a-drama-queen-today feeling.
I feel just.. right.
And that was creepy.. 😆
I have this “comfort zone” issue.
Comfort zone is not always in a comfort way.
If I’m a flat-broke-poor girl for 10 consecutive days, I’ll feel weird at the first day my bank account resurrected from its death. I want my flat-broke state back.
That day, I missed my Muse in such a peaceful way.
Without an urge to contact him, I smiled at his virtual presence.
Our favorite question is, “Do you finally give up, Tia?”
I don’t know.
There are three kind of hard relationship, in which the couple involved sometimes got a heart and nose bleeding:
First, for obvious reasons, is maintaining an inter-religion relationship.
Second is maintaining a HTS (what is hubungan tanpa status in English? I’m way too lazy to translating it).
Third is maintaining a platonic relationship to stay platonic, despite mutual attraction.
It is hard.
But lets give it a try.