Format: Paperback, Indonesian
328 page(s)
ISBN/ISBN13: 9792274391/9789792274394
Published Aug 19, 2011 by Gramedia Pustaka Utama
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K e a r a We’re both just people who worry about the breaths we take, not how we breathe. How can we be so different and feel so much alike? And tonight, three years after the night that made me fall in love my dear, I’m laying here looking at the stars in Singapore’s dark sky, and I still love you. And maybe you’ll never know. Three years of my wasted life loving you. R u l y What I didn’t tell Keara was that I felt that the only moment that could beat my happiness and relief that dawn is if one day I enter a hospital ward today and Denise is holding our baby she just gave birth into. What I didn’t tell her was the warmth I felt in my breast when the nurse woke me up that morning and said that my wife were coming to, and that I never meant to correct that statement at all. Keep on dreaming. H a r r i s My definition of happy: seeing you laugh freely. Your definition of happy? Maybe I’ll never know. Because every time I tried to do sweet things I did to other women and that never failed to blew them away, what I heard from you was, “Harris darling, stop being such a goody-goody. Go back to being the chauvinistic jerk that I love.’ That’s probably as close as I can get to hearing that she loves me. Three friends. One question. What if in the person that you love, you find a best friend instead of a lover?
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