Goodbye is probably the only word I say and never mean. I don’t say goodbye very often anyway. But I can tell you the truth right now that if I say goodbye to you and if I look like I am going to leave you… it’s a lie. I do not mean to leave and I do not leave. I go. But I always come back. And I stay in your heart (or so I wish).
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And so I will not say goodbye to you on June 5th, when I go. I would just tell you what you already know. That I carry you in my heart. That I will be good by the time we’ll meet again. That by then, I will have missed you so much that it won’t do me any good if I keep staying away from you.
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Set your day to Saturday.
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Questa è Enida 
enida
waktu itu pantas berlalu.melihat padatnya acara, rasa tak terdaya nak mencelah.mungkin akan ada ruang di hadapan.