They say some place reminds you of someone. Who they are -well- is unclear. But what i know to be very true is this whole damn city reminds me of you.
Those casual night out, berburu ayam goreng dan nasi uduk paling enak di Jakarta. Dari Jakarta Barat sampai Jakarta Timur. Ayam goreng kesayangan penulis favoritku, which easily becomes my favorite too. But not according to your liking. Too many recommendations we didn’t get to try.
That long drive from Blok M to Kelapa Gading, just because we didn’t ready to say goodbye to the day. And said we craved for ice cream. I hated the cream, you know. But I love the drive. I love those long drives, even the one before that. Remember when I had to have Mie Kangkung on the Wild Wild West? or the ones before. Just silently hoping I could wrap my arms around you. But I never did. I didn’t have the courage.
Because, even after two and half years, countless dinners and lunches and breakfast, we never became anything. I guess having someone to share a meal with was enough. It was enough.
Who would’ve thought that the Cikini night would become our goodbye. Now that I think of it, I was ready to let you go that night. I’m just, I’m not brave enough to ask you.
What I didn’t tell you was, I still remember every conversations, every little detail, every roads and every places we’ve been to like it was yesterday. So tell me, what should I do to forget you?
This town, this town holds too much of a memory of us.
I guess now the cycle is finally complete. We were once a stranger, then a friend, then I don’t know what we are, and now a stranger.
