Struggle to recover from old-pain-love suffering is a hard work. It is almost impossible mission if your queen is still arround you. Eventhough I can start to do this in the right way, I’m just a man whose romantic feel I can’t help. It is really-really need a huge of concretation. Almost in my free time, she always there, right here in my mind. Can you imagine what you feel if when you are thinking about her, suddendly your phone ring and there is a short message or even missed call on your phone, exactly from the one you are thinking about!
A friend suggested to play a little harder. I should say that I don’t want to accept anything from her indeed. Rigid. I should never take care of her anymore if I really want to recover from the pain. I’ve said to that friend, "I can’t!" I can’t do in contrary with what a heck I usually do. They suggested any "medical care" easily, but they didn’t know who I am inside. I don’t only want to recover as soon as possible but also want to keep this beautifull pain as long as possible. In a simpler word, the solution is acceptable if it is natural, not because I ask her to get away from me.
What a damn for IT fast growing! What a hell shit for email technology, SMS service, or even this damn friendster!!! They made the world quite little. We can still keep in touch even we are far apart. Imagine that the world is nothing but just like ten years ago, when long distance communication was still an expensive things. Maybe I can recover as quick as I open my eyes tomorrow.
Chuckled, I actually know what the best solution for me is. A New Queen. Sadly, I don’t find her yet. There’s no one who make me feel that I can fall in love again. Why? Because I don’t want to have this new queen just wash out my pain. What I looking for is the one with whom I can share the pain together. I mean that I will need her forever, as my best friend who will accompanying me untill I can’t move this body anymore. In a simpler word: a wife ^_^.
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Well, if you think this post is the same as before, you’re wrong. I don’t talk about my broken heart. I just talk that struggle to heal the wounded heart is a hard work. Haha.. really.. it’s a hard work. It’s exhausting… 
