Do you ever meet someone that later after you have a reliationship with him\her, then you realize that he\she is your trigger? because i do.
I have meet someone different and i was thought that he comes from anonymous planet, sure, i told him about this also. Then he laughed.
He becomes a trigger of mine in a mysterious way, starts from our very first meet in a-random-place named football field, i never thought that i would be meet that one. A raggy guy with a smoked in his hand and shake my hand when he said his name superciliously.
The football field, the first time i meet the trigger.
The first trigger that i felt is, i start to seeing someone inside his\her look, deeply.
When I called you handsome, I was actually seeing something beyond the way you look. I was referring to a pair of wonderful eyes that you have: not because they are light brown or protected by such gorgeous eyelashes or stuff like that, but because whenever they looked at me, gently, I could see my reflections there; smiling back at me, and it made me feel so loved -@beradadisini-
The second trigger that i felt is, i start to laugh again in the office, freely.
When you have a sadness memories about past time, mostly about love. Then the memories kill you out during your life, your routine life, and it happen to me. I start being zombie, especially in my work town, Jakarta. This city remaind me about something that i never want to be remind about. So i start working in the city without heart, without soul, since that day.
The third trigger that i felt is, i start to writing again, honestly.
When i was being saturated in life, I never find my self wanting to writing my stories again. What the advantages of writing your wacky-strange life? being saturated made me so numb and lie, i couldn’t found any proper words to write whether i found something good in the day sometimes. The words are there, but i choose to close my mind. Being honest while you writing is the most important thing when you start writing. And now i found it again.
Talk about the trigger, he bring me back down to the earth, bring me back to life again. He made me realize that i still here. Love being Me. Love being writing. Love being honest. And finally, love being to be loved 🙂
Au revoir the trigger, your job is done.