It was a mid summer night,
when it happened.
With His goofy smile and my red kebaya.
I'm so clumsy, said I
I'll show you, I hate dancing but we should do this, said He.
It was the moment I knew that he was a good dancer while in his embrace.
It was a mid-summer day
when I learned about him.
He loves poetry, hates to talk in public, and studies political science.
What are the odds, I found you in the middle of these people, said I
We were a thousand miles away, but we're here now, said He
It was the moment that I found someone who look at the world exactly like I do.
It was a mid-summer day,
in a museum full of fragile.
He talked about his love of aircraft, like a kid describing a candy factory. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
Come on, walk with me, and I'll show you the universe, said He
It was the moment when our lips locked.
It was the last morning of mid-summer,
He with his sleepy gaze with two plates of waffles in his hands,
and I'm ready to leave.
I hope to see you again soon, said I
You're the most wonderful person I've ever bumped into, said He
and at that moment, I knew He'll always be my favorite summer fling.
written in a plane going back to Jakarta, summer 2016.
