Dream about you, Mr. A

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I didn't know what happen to me, but last night I remembered that I dreamed about you, Mr. A.

How are you anyway? Hope you were in good. It's been a long time we never see each other anymore since we were break up. Maybe around two years. And after this two years I finally dream about you. I saw your face clearly. Huh...what a shame, huh?

And now I come back make a question about that night, the night when we broke up. Why you never fight for us? Why you just gave in? Why you didn't wipe my tears? Why you let me to lose you? Why?

My sister's boyfriend told me that time, that "If he loves you, he must fight for it."

I was down that time, so when my sister's boyfriend told me like that, I immediately thought that as long as we were together you never love me. I drowned in my tears in three days, thought about you, about our flat conversation, about our laugh, about our habit, about my little sister that always bother our date but you never problem with that, about our conversation in the phone every night, about when the first time you told me that you miss me, about you when you taught my little sister to studied of Religion lesson, about you were always held my hand in public no matter what people stared to us, and you were always respect me like you respect your mother. 

Am I sad? Of course.

Now I just realize that you love me and  you took care of me in your own way. I knew that you wont gave in, but you had to, because you didn't want me to quarreled with my mother. For you, better lose your love than see me quarreled with my parents. And after that moment, I knew you hurt, but you sincere all. You never judges my parents or my family, you just introspection your self and you didn't blame anyone. And now I know why that night you didn't wipe my tears, because if you did it, you couldn't let go of me.

A few days after we broke up, after I heal my self, you came again to met my parents, to farewell with my parents and to thank that you ever have a chance be their son for a while. And for that last night of our, we back sat on the front porch, just made a little awkward and warm conversation. Since that night, I called you "Abang" and you called me "Ade."

This dream made me remember about you, Bang.