This space exist before because I have this need to express myself. Then something unbearably painful happen. Again.
I withdrew became numb. Empty. Silent.
Two and the half years gone but still, the trauma still fresh in my mind.
Two and the half years ago, I thought I had figured out life but damn, I was wrong. So wrong.
Now everything is as confuse as before, or worst.
Everything because of this one little thing call LOVE.
My love to God.
My love to my husband.
My love to my parents.
My love to my children.
My love to my family.
My love to my friends.
My love to my country.
and
My love to my <no description>
( I wish this person never exist in my life & inflict me with so much pain & misery)
Dear God,
Give me wisdom to understand & strength to forgive
