Once, I ever found myself fell in love with someone. That overwhelming feeling filled me and made butterflies flew on my belly. It was such a long memory, but I remembered it clearly. I smiled like crazy when he smiled and threw some silly jokes. We laughed at our embarrassing common things. I knew him well, so did he. But, I never knew his feeling towards me. The thing that I was sure about it was I...was kind of sad when he was sad, I was happy when he was.
It has been almost 4 years ago, but I remembered it clearly. The feeling when I felt that this friendship zone would be long last. It was much more better than the risk I should face if he knew, I thought. I never got any brave to say it, aside from my religion dogma, because it was already better this way. I thought he never knew it.
Well, I did many things to make him saw me. Even the most silly things. I made my best effort, inside and outside, so that he would say, "I knew it! I never doubt you! You are the best!". Win something, did something. Embarrassing, but at the same time I felt goosebumps when he called my name and supported me. Ha, those crazy moments.
I knew many things about him that many people didn't. Felt like special when I knew it. Like, I claimed this area to be mine only.
But, it was 4 years ago in that summer.
We walked on our path since that. I do many things I like, so does he. I make my own limelight and special mark. I distinguish my work than others. Just to make everything as it is. Rather than him, I do it to satisfy myself. To mark my future target.
But, at the same time it gets me question myself in an anxiety and curiosity.
"Did he ever know about it?".
"Did he know my feeling?".
Every time I see his pictures on social media, my curiosity fills me as hell. I am kind of praying that time machine would exist so that I could back to 4 years ago. Just only to see whether he knew it or not. Strangely, I hope that he would know it and felt the same thing.
But, my study now is much more important than that shiny past.
But, my curiosity would never let me escape.
Yours,
Anissa Antania Hanjani
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