The hole.

Remember about the hole in phase-1? No?

Let me tell you some chessy paragraph, wait no, let me tell you about the hole. The hole that i claim i can't fill it again, the hole with deep dark hatred. Let me tell you.

I do realize that i deserve happiness, just like you. I do realize that my life still going on, just like you. I do realize that i need to get some shit done, just like you. But, you know, i never thought that i could had a butterfly in my stomacth anymore.

I thought, there is no one could gave me a deep warm -what do i call it? Love?-. Well, she does

I know she's not the beautiful girl on the planet, but let me tell you, she became my universe.

She is the strangest thing i've ever met, her sight maybe not the warmest yet the deadliest, but im fine, i know she is a strong woman.

The sound when she talks calm me down from my angery. Her sound pitch just perfectly bring back my mood.

The way she listen to my shitiest talk, is the same way as my mom listen to my shitiest talk. I couldn't ask for more.

The way she hold my hand -i know, i know. Im the one who hold her hand, right?- the way she hug me, the way she put her head on my shoulder, im just fine with those acts. Like, i can not resist those things. No, maybe i just won't resist those things.

Then, lets talk about her presence.

Her presence remind me of my home, the place where i belong. The place where i came after a long-and shit- reckless day. The place that im not faking about myself.

And the most important thing, her presence makes me feel like im already became my true self.

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I hope, i love her the way she is. I hope, all the things that i write about her is her true self.

I hope, im not falling love with the reflection of her that poped out of my head.

I hope.

She could fill the hole.

The guy who wrote "Phase-1", K. Jordanus.

Tabik!