Is She Azka

Whenever I heard this song, my soul drifts back to 2013— to a time when hope and love felt real, like they were part of the walls of a home we were just beginning to know. I remember the first smiles after six long years of waiting, faces tired, but glowing softly with joy. Every day we moved the furniture around, trying to find the coziest corner, the warmest spot where each day could unfold slowly, where every sunrise could be met with peace. I still remember the quiet dreams we had— visions of a future we’d build together, a home filled with laughter, warmth, and unspoken promises. Time kept moving, and what’s left now are the echoes of those days, the gentle trace of hope that once guided everything. And now, there’s only one thing left to say: Kita Usahakan Rumah Itu

          Ada sebuah tempat yang selalu menari dalam pikiranku, seperti bayangan cahaya yang menembus celah jendela saat fajar menyapa. Aku tahu jalannya berliku, penuh kabut, dan mungkin tak akan pernah kutapaki. Tapi setiap desah angin, setiap helaan napas yang kuhela, selalu membawa aku kembali ke sana, ke ruang yang tak bisa kugenggam, namun tetap hidup di dalam hatiku.      Aku mencintainya seperti malam mencintai bintang—tanpa syarat, tanpa tuntutan, hanya dengan mengagumi. Ada kerinduan yang lembut tapi menggigit, seperti hujan pertama yang jatuh di musim yang salah: menyegarkan hati tapi tak bisa lama bertahan. Dan aku sadar, cinta yang paling murni bukan tentang kepemilikan. Ia tentang kesadaran bahwa jarak, ketidakmungkinan, dan diam pun bisa menjadi saksi bisu bagi besarnya rasa itu.      Mungkin, di dunia lain , kita akan bertemu. Aku akan duduk di bawah pohon rindang, membuka buku yang tebal dengan aroma kertas y...

Like rain that suddenly falls in the middle of a sunny day, like a heartbeat that skips a bit faster when a certain name pops up, or your smile — somehow warmer than every summer I’ve ever known. It’s not that wild kind of love, not a rushed kind of longing, just a calm I can’t really figure out. You feel like a song I never get tired of — softly slipping in, quietly staying. There’s a distance I might never cross, a time that might never side with us, yet somehow, you still feel close, even when the world tries to pull us apart. And maybe I’ll never really know how, but for once, let this feeling stay a little secret — between me, my heart, and you.