Kenangan Manis

Sometimes the day passes as if in slow motion - simply, calmly, without drama. Someone laughs a little louder than usual, someone says “see you later” without specifying when. Everything seems ordinary, but the air suddenly thickens with warmth. There is a special magic in this - when even silly things become memories, and what is left unsaid sounds louder than words.

And even if it's all “for now” and “see you soon,” it's like a gentle promise from the past that is in no hurry to fade away. I want to believe that days like these are not a coincidence, but a quiet way for the world to say, “Don't be sad, it will happen again.”