R.I.P Brotha.
It's not even a month when I lost my basketball-bestfriend who teach me how-to love basketball.
Yesterday, I'm visiting his family and talk about him. A lot.
The day I knew he's gone forever, I'm not crying. And I really confused about it.
"Why I'm not crying? I used to be crying because he's my best friend."
But yesterday, when her mother asks about him to me:
"Did he talk some wishes that he never fulfills in his life to you Amran?"
I answered:
"No...He just wishes that we can play basketball together again." (I started crying when I said this)
I realize, I can hold my emotion when someone is not around and not ask about it.
But when you asked to speak about it, I promise you that emotion will be blown up. It's not about we're a man or woman, it's because we're human.
And human feels emotions.
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