"Why stay stuck in the city
when you can go on treasure hunting
in the forest."
You put it as a caption of a picture you posted on your Instagram.
I remember that day. The day when the orientation week just started. I've known you before, even since high school year, eventho we went to different high schools. I forgot my first impression of you, I didn't remember how can we got to know each other. I think we didn't introduce ourselves, we just knew each other because we were hanging with the same group of people.
We weren't really close. Even when we were finally being classmates, we weren't really close. But I always have one thing to describe you since I've known you: you are really pretty. I remember one Saturday night when we accidentally met at the mall, you showed up with your boyfriend saying hi to us. And you looked fascinating, it made me ashamed a little bit. Because I was wearing an oversized tshirt with jeans and slip-on, while you looked fabulous from the head to your toe, you looked like a girl that came up right from the magazine I usually read.
I always have things to envy over you. Every piece of clothes looks good on you. You know how to put make up, something that I, as a girl, never touch. You do fashion well. It confuses me why didn't you go to fashion school or such thing.
You were so funny. Everybody loves you. People always have something to laugh about you. You, a girl who skipped classes quite often. Who always forgot to do assignments. Who got lecturers mad at you because you were such a mess and sometimes people just misunderstood your "shut-up-bitch-i-dont-give-a-f*ck" face.
You gave me a picture of you smiling, something that rarely happens―you, taking a selfie with smiles, because straight face suits you well―for my 18th birthday, a present, you said. You threw compliments with your own way, you talked straight to the point. Like the day when I wore blazer to campus for the very first time and you shouted to me "you look so pretty!" but I was like "what..." and then you just "what? you never been told that you are pretty?!" and you were the first person who said my new haircut was good.
It is funny because I never thought I will post this kind of post, I never thought that I will post something about you. But all of us here still hoping that this is just a joke, it feels unreal.
You'll always be missed.
You'll always be a part of us.
How is it there so far?
Have you found the treasures yet?
Ervita Putri Azanti
17/06/1995 - 13/05/2014
