Ada cinta yang tak pernah selesai, karena tak pernah benar-benar dimulai. Ada cinta yang harus selesai, karena memang tak sepantasnya dimulai.
It was a childish love. A small fragment of love that keeps colliding. It collides and collides and collides. Without one noticing, it suddenly change into an adult love. Love that is haunting and.... terrifying.
I have witnessed many forms of love. Love that is sweet and gentle. Love that is sour and plain. Love that comes in a rush. Love that comes late. Love that is haughty or love that is sincere. I have seen some kind of love. Love that is wrong. And love that is right.
Gladys cannot not see Satria as a man. He knows that well.
Satria won't ever see Gladys as a woman. She knows that well, too.
Ananti has already there between them, way before Gladys comes along.
Gladys thinks the only thing worth of her is her youth.
Satria thinks Gladys is worth more than her looks.
Ananti knows both of them is not at fault, yet not also hold the truth.
Gladys wishes for Satria.
Satria wishes Gladys won't wish for him.
Ananti wishes Satria won't wish for Gladys to wish for him.
Gladys never lose.
Satria never lose.
Ananti always lose. This time she wins.
This time neither of them win.
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