DEAR,

Jika suatu hari kamu kebingungan menentukan langkah, sedangkan aku terlalu fana untuk bisa kamu andalkan, Yakinilah.. Apapun jalan yang kamu ambil, selama untuk kebaikan kita bersama, aku disini akan tetap tersenyum, memberikan suntikan semangat melalui setiap permintaanku kepada Tuhanku. Jika suatu hari kamu mencari sosok untuk kamu rengkuh dengan erat dan sempurna, cobalah tetap tenang.. Biarlah malaikat yang menjaga langkahmu, biarlah sayapnya menggenggammu erat dan membuatmu aman. Aku yakin, malaikat menyayangi mereka yang mencintai tanpa syarat. Jika suatu hari kamu merasa dadamu hangat, peganglah.. Itu doaku, agar kamu selalu merasa tenang. Tuhan sedang menyentuhmu, karena pintaku dalam sujudku.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

“I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.”