Tanpa Cinta

Love is like a silly endurance experiment. At first, it seems like if you just wait a little, everything will be fine. That the promise is about to be fulfilled, and the moment will come when "you and I" will become not a hypothesis, but a fact. But time passes, and "waiting" becomes a whole profession, and "believing" becomes almost a survival skill. And then suddenly there's silence. The one where instead of "we," you only hear your own breathing. And from somewhere, the strength appears to say: alright, let it be without love - as long as it's without this eternal hope for a miracle. Strangely, it's precisely then that the heart feels truly alive for the first time.