Towards Day H
Before You I Had a Past

If life is a race, I might lose..

Because my path is so slow to meet you

Sometimes it's limping and painful

In the middle of the road sometimes I stopped by. I thought it was the house turned out to only accept me as a guest not the master.

Then I walked again

Tired but reluctant to give up.

Before meeting and touching you

I've stopped at some heart that I consider home

And it turns out I was wrong.

Before meeting you, we will take a long journey. Many things made me realize;

...That my strength to stand on this earth of God is not only because I can, but because of His intervention that sustains me to remain upright in any condition. ...

On this journey I am not alone. I was once stirred by the flames of romance like teenagers in general. And I choose to link one feeling to one name. Kupupupuk with excitement, kusirami full of excitement. Until one day I woke up from a long dream. What I thought was that the house only thought of me as trash. Like a tourist spot, he only visited temporarily and never allowed me to improve as he wanted.

Now that long process strengthens me. That what we want we don't always have to get.

I realized right, this world doesn't just revolve at one time. Not everything about me.

I began to learn to accept freely and convince myself.

...In the end I chose to continue my journey to one day. ...

...One day that I will after this long story. ...

And I'll ask, please,

"Before meeting me did you have a past?"

I'm waiting for your answer.

And ask again,

"Do we need to tell each other about us in the past?"

I'll wait for your answer.

And ask again. This is the last one.

"Are you going to accept me as I accept you?"

After that we will step. My two legs increased by your two legs. For every word that comes out of your mouth in answer to my question is a form of my effort to convince myself. That you are the last port of my sampan paddle. That you're the finish line of a race I've been running for years. That you are the conductor who will drive the train of my life.

Once again, once again,

We both stopped at the wrong house, until we finally decided not to give up.

And maybe you have a past too. What a beautiful past. You were happy and enjoyed it. If so, I'm fine. We have both been through a long, exhausting journey. Not only tired, the sweetest part must have felt. This is a journey of a human being not just exploring nature. Maybe you've been drinking poison from a cup made of metal. But you also must not forget if ever downing a drop of honey that is able to quench thirst.

We've been stuck in a ridiculous time of memory if recorded back. It is precisely these small pieces that will lead us on a different path. I'm with my story that I can't just erase and you're with important parts of your precious life.

...One day we won't have to argue with each other about what happened. Enough we know each other if my past is mine and yours. Right now let my steps and your steps walk each other on each other's lines that God wants. ...