Bersahabat Lama, Nia Ramadhani Santai saat Main Petak Umpet dengan Anaknya di Ruang Baju Marshanda

And I think of you
I look for pictures with you in it
And I thought I am over the phase of missing you and crying because of that.
But I guess this time I just feel you.
I hope you know.
I think of you.
On your birthday.

I hope you know. I love you.
I accept you.
Forever you’re in that deep deep part of my heart.
And I hope I am in yours, too.

I hope your soul smiles when you read this.

It’s August 18th.

You’re my August 18th.

Happy birthday,
Papa.

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I wrote this on August 18th 2020 and regret not posting it that very day.

Now I decided to share this letter I made for Papa.

Because I hope someone will read this and tell my dad about this poem I wrote for him.

So, he’d know how much he Still means to me.

How much I still remember him.

And how deep in my heart, the place where I keep my everlasting love for him.

I dont know why, it’s written in our story that we should be separated in this lifetime, Pa.

And we’re only together in a few of old photographs.