After his death the night, I woke up from a long dream about the wonderful life with you ... and I realized, it was just a dream story.
MY dear ...,
This happy always accompany your days with him, you have been re-fused, making love affection, knitting rindumu long obsolete. Maintaining hope that never interrupted By the time.
Glad I saw you with him, not because I do not love you, but ..., 'cause you know love is not a must have. Our love is a gift from Him.
I never deny ..., hadirmu my side that time, it is not a coincidence, or just an escape Love you, You're so mean to me,
But ...,
There is still a lump of liver need you, love you, love you, with all your soul body.
I relented .., not for happiness,
I backed away ..., For the amount I love you.
I Know ..., Some heart is still divided
I do not want .., Doubt it kills love.
my dear dear ...,
Hug your love, still made an impression on all the joints all over its body. It is not so confounding life. even it is a precious gift from you. because I know Your love to me was not apparent, and not to the extent that your sweet dibibir said.
my dear ..,
Blessed with her, Accompany him through life, I Ikhlas let you, not because I was not love but .., because the amount of love you
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