Tapi Bukan Aku

Sometimes goodbye doesn't sound like a storm of emotions, but like quiet resignation after a long tempest. Everything has already been said, experienced, let go - even the pain seems tired of hurting. There's no room for pathos here, just the dry residue of guilt and a little gratitude for what was. Love didn't die with a scandal, but with the last breath of warmth - without witnesses, without drama, it simply... ceased to be. And now all that's left is to wish someone else – not even happiness, but just a simple human chance that one day someone won't leave after all.