Before I met my boyfriend, I was already an avid blog reader.
I was in love with a blogger, but he doesn't know it. I fell in love with his writings. Although I don't know how he looks like, I imagine him to be smart and good-looking.
I looked forward to read his posts.
I was determined to get to know this guy.
I thought he was wise, interesting and kind-hearted.
He was everything I hoped to find in a guy.
He said he was going somewhere.
Then, he stops blogging.
His last comment was: More stories to come.
I waited and waited.
It wasn't like him to suddenly stop blogging. He must had so many interesting things to share.
I was so nervous if he was involved in an accident on his way to that place.
I prayed for his safety.
Now, two years later, I've finally accepted perhaps he is in heaven.
But, now and then, I still check out his blog just in case he starts to write again. It is such a loss, he must had been a very great man.
I hope he knows that he is missed.
Mister, may you rest in peace, Al-Fatihah.
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