It’s Sunday morning, i just woke up with cry, i got a dream about you, you just angry with me, I know it was my fault, everything was my fault, i’m really sorry, but i don’t know how to say it, Dasha, i wish i just say it in normal way, i mean not an emotional one, and i feel alone also, i stay in Bandung because i don’t want to stay with parents in Depok, But still this “feeling alone” is different, i feel alone because i can’t contact you, don’t know why, but i love you so much.

Í’m sorry Dasha

Btw, my mom send me notebook from you, Thanks a lot.

And you wrote that by the time and distance i will understand that you love me,

I love you, Darya