Dear a man with mind,

I never understand the way you hide yourself from me, from everyone, even from the wall in your room. I miss you, I was ignoring so much the feeling inside of missing you. I ignored it all, the time when everything brought me into our memories. The sky in Bandung knows it all, the road hugs me tight, it knows how much I keep my feeling away from reality, the reality that I miss you.

Is it really heavy there?

You told me "Maybe one day, If I already have a family. I will build another house, to keep myself away from my family when I want to be alone."
Is it really heavy there?