Bawalah Cintaku

Love sometimes leaves quietly - it just becomes a song that plays in the distance. There's no drama in it, just a gentle weariness and a quiet acceptance that everything has already been decided. Words are not forgiven, but rather packed into a suitcase to travel together, even if the body cannot go. Each line is like a breath after a long conversation: even, calm, without haste. It feels like someone is still holding another's palm - not to bring them back, but to let go beautifully. And even if the meeting is postponed for later, the heart still knows the route.