finally i admit this, i hate distance!

last saturday, i skyped with dimas. i saw a bump on his two eyes. actually, he already told me on the phone and i just wondered a small bump. but what i saw is a face that so tired of task, lack of sleep, and a face that bony with a bumps on his eyes, i just startled and then i weep, desperately. have you ever badly want to help the one you love? to share the pain? to heal their wound? i felt useless at that time and it sucks. it ripped my heart. i love you and too bad i can only cry to see you in disorder. i fucked the distance. i fucked jogja jakarta. i fucked these thousand miles. i know this sounds too much, it just ordinary alergic and by the way the bump gone after he put a salve on it. feel as i wanna be there. i wanna be the one that mad if he being clumsy if he sleep too late. i wanna help his assigment. i wanna hug him when the insomnia attacks him. i wanna put the salve on his bump. i want but i can't indeed!

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