When
my daughter grow to be a teenager
I’ll
tell her a story
Once
upon a time, there lived a girl
She
looks happy because she smiles every time
She
loves to feel the sun shine through her skin in the morning
She
loves to hear the sound of the raindrops
She
made her brain as a jukebox
But
no one knows
That
there’s something that she hides
The
reason why she smiles
The
reason why she feels happy
The
reason why she sings
Love
She’s
been in love
“1
day?”
“1
month?”
“1
year?”
Don’t
ask
You
won’t find the answer
No
one knows how long
Even
her own self
That
guy
He’s
not like Abraham Lincoln
Not
like Albert Einstein
Or
John Lennon
But
yes that guy own that place
That
place, hidden, deep buried inside that girl’s heart
One
day
They
met each other
At
the crossroad
“I
want to explode” the girl whispered
That
guy came closer to the girl
“God
I don’t want to fall, it must be hurt” the girl prayed
That
guy smiled at the girl
That’s
when that jerk smiled for the first time at the girl
And
there’s a battle between the girl’s heart and brain
“Just
go fall for him!”
“Don’t!”
“You
won’t get hurt!”
“You
will!”
“You
can fly!”
“It’s
nonsense! Don’t be too naïve!”
“She’s
right, I can fly” the girl whispered
That’s
when that naïve girl fell for the first time
And
my daughter will ask
“Is
it over yet?”
“No,
honey, that’s the beginning”
And
the girl took his hand
That
guy held it tight
Like
he never wanted to let it go
“I
love you” were spread everywhere
Those
looking-into-each-other’s-eyes deeply moments were done every time
That
guy brought the fresh air into her morning
Now
she could felt the wind blew her air while feeling the sunshine
That
guy brought rainbow into her rain
Now
she could look at another beauty
That
guy brought the sound of bird’s tweeting
Now
she could also hear another song
That
guy brought life
That
guy brought world
That
guy brought something called “alive”
That’s
when that jerk taught her how to live a life
That
naïve girl
She’s
madly in love
She
fell deeper everyday
That
it made her forget
Everything
would come to an end
That
naïve girl would find her own end
That’s
the tragedy
That’s
when that naïve girl crashed the bottom
My
daughter will ask
“Does
she bleed? How’s the scar?”
“You
can’t see the scar, no one ever could”
“Why?”
That
guy decided
That
guy made his own path
That’s
when that jerk left that naïve girl
My
daughter will ask
“Why?!
They’re such as perfect couple”
“How
do you know?”
She
will keep herself in silence, wondering on what she’s just talking on
“You
right, I don’t know”
People
will come and go into your life
Some
are meant to tag along with us
Some
are meant to be there and left some good lessons for us
Love
could be that simple
Love
could be that complicated
Love
means happiness
Love
means sadness
It
never gets you stayed at one spot
Trust
me
And my daughter will ask me
"Mom, what's the title anyway?"
"The title is When a Jerk Met that Naïve Girl"
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