Dating in A Bookstore

So yesterday Red came to Jakarta. He looks different cause he's not shaving for two weeks, and I think it's the longest time he didn't, to remind that out school is freaky discipline. I promise to pick him up in the station (which is sounds like an 50's drama though). As he standing there, waiting for me, I feel amazed of something that I can tell. It's not like he's cool or something (or maybe yes, in my eyes he always looks amazing) but that's not the point. I can't find the right words.. until today, I wrote this in my living room, and I found the answer.

My head said, "You miss him badly, stupid."

My heart said yeah, and yes it's true.

Last night, as I wrote in my diary (which is had changed become "Dear Goat Letters" A Diary of A Childish Woman") and I counted. It's been 17 days since the last time we met, a day before Christmas. It was 17 days but somehow it feels like months.

I don't know where to go, and he said it's all up to myself where we'd go, so I decided to go the my favorite bookstore and spent the days in there, though I'm not sure he'll like it.. I thought he'll get bored but he said nothing and makes me feel.. confused. I actually don't care where we go as long as I'm with him. But he said nothing. Two friend of us makes a jokes that we have a date in a bookstore. That sounds funny for them, I guess -_-

Well, it's nice to see yo Red. Hope the holiday won't take long so I could see you as much as I want to.