I Do Call Her Love

I used to have a friend, just call my friend by the name of Love! Because that's how I used to call him, and because I often forget his real name. But remember everything about love, and I still recognize all the charm and beauty and longing that the person called love gives.

I really need you to accompany my solitude, will you share your passionate love with me..!!

I do call her Love. But that doesn't mean I love him! Because at that time I was not believing in the slightest bit of love, and that must have included him as well. I call him love simply because I know he likes words clinging to love. And he also understood very well that I never really said it all. To him all my words of love were just intoxicating opium appeals. But knowing oneself in drunkenness is another pleasure that is hard to forget.

If I call him by the name of Love, then love calls me by the call of love Rindu. He called me miss not because like I often forget his name. But he called me longing because Love only calls my name when I'm longing. And I am very aware that I am not the only one who is missed by Love. Even when love calls my name with the word longing, begging for lonely company. Not sure if I'm the one who really misses him. And it doesn't really matter to me. Because Love has never forced me to believe in him, so why should I prove the lies that are in his longing? We just let Love and Longing continue to meet and enjoy their lives.

Love, actually has a lover. But her lover often goes far and leaves love alone and longs for loneliness. I don't want to know, and I really don't need to know who her lover is in love. That's why I never asked her name or anything about her lover, only I like to name the lover of love, Sepi. Because what I know is that his lover often gives him loneliness, and even Cinta finally really likes that loneliness, because in loneliness he can be alone with me, calling my name Rindu to forget the loneliness.

Meanwhile, I recently ended a relationship with a woman I had longed for. The relationship ended because me and my ex-lover were too busy interpreting the meaning of the word loyal. The word loyal which he said must always be attached is close to love. But because we were too tired we tried to find out the meaning of faithfulness, until finally we forgot what love itself is. Now let's call my ex-lover by the name Setia. I used to really love Setia, but now I really, really hate any creature that claims to be loyal. Until I met this friend of mine, Love. I initially teased him because I hated Setia, but instead Love taught me to understand Setia.

Me and Cinta met in the dark, at a nightclub in one of the places where our life party was introduced. At that time, I was still harboring anger towards Setia, and again splashed the boiling blood with glasses of alcohol in the hope that I would hate him even more. Loyal Hating! And Cinta seems to be dancing under the twinkling lights to hide her loneliness. Love is like loving the loneliness that is given to him by his lover. Dancing freely, she enjoys her loneliness without being afraid to be watched by the faithful who guard her Love and Loneliness.

Until finally, as if being led by the demons who resided in the bottle of drink that I just drank, I approached Cinta with the intention of trying how strong her love for loyalty was that I had distrusted and hated. I am the one who is getting closer, and Cinta is also giving signs of friendship. I'm the one who steals kisses every time, and Love even responds with warm smiles. Until Love and I were even closer in an embrace in a night that I will always remember.