Rasah Bali

Love, as it turns out, is not always a great story; sometimes it's just a mistake in the route. When you think you're choosing the right path, and then suddenly realize you've taken a wrong turn, and now you have to go back the same way, but barefoot. Something old, awkward, but honest aches in your chest - regret with a hint of a belated “I'm sorry.” You still want to turn back time to stand side by side again, like before, without unspoken words and strangers' names between you. Just to be “us” again, even for one day - like that evening when everything seemed eternal.