Dari Nita, si pengamat

Hallo,

Sudah lama banget sejak terakhir gue mengoceh panjang lebar di blog ini. Terlalu banyak ke-hectic-an yang terjadi di hidup gue, dan rasanya terlalu lelah untuk menulis dan bercerita.

Ok, so I have some big news. First, I got accepted for GGMUN, and I will do some stuffs too in December.

Tapi, dibalik semua itu....

Kayanya gue akan kembali menulis tentang cinta.

Ha.

Dua bulan vacuum blog, pas nulis lagi masiiiih aja cinta-cintaan melulu.

Mungkin kalau diibaratkan menjadi dewi mitologi Yunani, gue adalah jelmaan Aphrodite, alias dewi cinta dan kecantikan. (He, confidence level 100 banget).

Di dalam waktu dua minggu ini, setidaknya ada 10 orang teman yang menceritakan kisah pasangan atau mantan pasangannya ke gue. Mendengarkan mereka mencaci, menangis, tertawa, dan segala macam emosi lainnya yang campur-aduk. Gue mendengarkan dan memberi beberapa saran, jika diminta. Sebenarnya gue heran, kenapa mereka bercerita ke gue, yang jelas-jelas bodoh banget urusan hati.

Jatuh cinta sama orang aja nggak jelas dan masih takut-takut. Lah ini, pake dicurhatin ini-itu. Ironis banget.

Mungkin kali ini gue akan kembali menulis tentang dia, karena gue tahu, teman-teman gue pasti bosen banget dengar cerita tentang dia.

Ternyata dia,

Udah beberapa kali gue tulis di dalam blog ini. Wow, gue aja sebagai penulisnya, nggak menyangka loh.

Dengan lamanya waktu gue dan dia saling mengenal; serta intensitas kami berbicara, berarti dia benar-benar sudah menguasai otak dan hati gue.

Cuih, lebay.

But to be honest, rasanya senang sekali setiap mendengar namanya, walaupun belum tentu berjumpa dengan orangnya.

Gue sekarang hanya perlu bersyukur, karena seenggaknya dia yang sudah mengalihkan dan memberi warna di dunia gue.

Tertanda,
Nita si pengamat.

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