Probably it's kinda old to write about this one, tapi serius ini harus dibahas karena keren banget.
Kalau engga salah aku tau buku ini waktu aku ga sengaja nyari quotes di google. Aku nemuinnya dalam bentuk PDF. Judul bukunya itu Love and Misadventure karya Lang Leav. Buku ini sendiri bukan novel fiktif ataupun nonfiktif, ini kumpulan dari puisi-puisi. Sebenernya kalau dibilang puisi juga bukan menurutku. Karena ini lebih ke kisah cinta yang di ungkapkan dengan rangkaian kata yang udah disusun secara indah. Ini bisa bikin para pembaca jatuh hati saat membacanya. Lang Leav ini benar-benar berhasil buat aku baca buku itu berulang-ulang, berusaha tau apa makna mendalam yang tersembunyi dari kalimat-kalimat itu.

Ini beberapa puisi favorite aku dari buku Love and Misadventure :

Just Friends

I know that I don't own you,
   and perhaps I never will,
   so my anger when you're with her,
   I have no right to feel.
I know that you don't owe me,
   and I shouldn't ask for more;
   I shouldn't feel so let down,
   all the times when you don't call.
What I feel—I shouldn't show you,
   so when you're around I won't;
   I know I've no right to feel it
   but it doesn't mean I don't.

A Way Out

Do you know what it is like,
   to lie in bed awake;
   with thoughts to haunt
   you every night,
   of all your past mistakes.
Knowing sleep will set it right—
   if you were not to wake.

Lost Things

Do you know when you've lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place—until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.
Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.
I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

Waking without You

Every song that sings of him,
from every heart
heard breaking.

I sing along in dreams of him,
I cling to—
when I start waking.

The Girl He Loves

There was a man who I once knew,
   for me there was no other.
   The closer to loving me he grew,
   the more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
   then to love him as his lover;
   but he never loved me in the end—
   his heart was for another.