I was lying on bed.
I was thinking about all the things that we've done together.
I was lying on bed, thinking about the memories we've made.
I was lying on bed, wondering why did God send you there, but keep me here.
I was thinking if the distance between us would start taking its toll on what we have right now.
I was lying on bed, when the question "why did we...?" popped out in my head.
I was thinking if it really is okay to keep whatever we have, going.
I was lying on bed, and I couldn't stop asking myself about the uncertainties; will we always be okay, or will the day when everything goes wrong greet us one day?
I was thinking about God. I've been thinking about God a lot. Then I'd ask myself the same question over and over again.
"Why, Fatihah?"
I was lying on bed, thinking about the things I've done, then trying to answer my own question, and it felt like forever, but eventually to no avail.
Why?
