Used to…

Used to…

“It has been a year since the last time I saw them, a young man with a lady. They used to jog here every week at 6.45 a.m. They used to come to have a glass of milk and some pieces of gorengan. They used to sit on that old bamboo bench and seemed to have a very interesting conversation; they talked and made fun of everything. Somehow, they remind me of the simple, classical and unconditional love of your late grandpa, we used to do the similar things as they did.” Said the old lady with tears running down her cheeks.

“Are they in a relationship?”

“I am not sure, they came here as if they we string together as one with a bond of love, but I have never seen them showing any affections. However, it was depicted by the young man’s eyes that he bestowed all his love to her, but I think the lady didn’t notice that yet, or perhaps her heart have been belonged to another man. Women’s heart is like a black hole, it is too deep and too dark so that nobody can see it.”

The boy with his frowning face asked “Why didn’t the young man tell her his feeling?.”

“Oh... That is not that simple dear, a man might easily declare his love to a thousand girls, but it will be different when he faced his true love. It will be speechless for him, as if he gave a speech in front of hundreds most-intimidating-person in the world. When you are older, you will know that the more you love a person, the harder you can even act normal in front of that person. However… Love has its way of expressing itself despite the silence.”

“Can they be a perfect couple?” asked the boy enthusiastically.

“I can’t consider them as perfect couple or not. I think the word perfect is an abstract thing that cannot be explained easily. Well... I would say that the perfect is neither about the young man nor the lady, but it is about the love. Because love is not finding the perfect person, but loving an imperfect person perfectly.

“I wanna see them, can I see them?”

“Hmm... Yes, I do want to see them too, it has been a long time, I am kind a miss them, hopefully they will return someday whether as a couple or merely as friends, just to see the ending of their love story, or I might say the young man’s love story.”