I miss the old-me

looking back far away in the past,

I see child, she's five; busy playing with dolls and some robots, her imagination make them alive. 

I see her smile, the pure one. No one got that beautiful lips curve like her do.

I hear her laugh, what a gorgeous melody. 

I watch her walk, with confident and proudly said to mom that she met new friends at school

I watch her grow, until twelve; when she met the motivation of life. 

Her eyes sparkling with joy, burn of passion

I remember when she said, "I will never be a vain, I"ll be the best psychologic ever and grow without regrets. I will make my parents and myself proud"

I'm jealous of her, I miss the old-self of mine. 

- Written by Valenuhea. 

Agust, 10th. 22.13 WIB