Cinta

I’m the glue holding my friends together, even while I’m scribbling our chaos into sonnets. Popularity’s fun, but give me a rainy afternoon, my journal, and Rangga’s sarcastic book recommendations any day. He thinks he’s so guarded, but I see the cracks in his armor—and yeah, I’m letting him see mine. First love’s not about grand gestures. It’s about someone catching the words you never meant to let go.