(Salah Satu) Cara Mencintaimu

Aku suka rambut hitammu, ketika panjang sebahu.

Aku suka bibir merahmu,ketika terseyum untukku.

Aku suka mata cerahmu, ketika memandang hangat diriku.

Aku suka caramu, ketika menunjukkan sikap manja dan tegarmu padaku.

Aku suka kata-katamu. ketika berbicara kepadaku.

Aku suka semua tentangmu, ketika seperti apa yang aku harapkan.

Tapi,

ketika rambutmu tak panjang sebahu,

ketika bibirmu tak lagi (merah dan) tersenyum untukku,

ketika matamu tak lagi (cerahmu dan) memandangku dengan hangat,

ketika dirimu tak lagi menunjukkan manja ataupun tegar (tapi ketakpedulianmu) padaku,

dan ketika semua tentangmu tak lagi seperti yang aku harapkan,

aku tetap mencintaimu.

Untuk sekarang,

bahkan sampai dirimu bersama pria lain,

ataupun aku bersama perempuan selain dirimu (mungkin).

Aku tetap mencintaimu.

Bukankah cinta sejati itu tak bersyarat?

Mencintaimu apa adanya dirimu.

Inilah salah satu (dari seribu) caraku mencintaimu.

23 Desember 2012, Salatiga

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