I know I like to watch Malay dramas a lot (I do, I love the simple unrealistic, non existence characters and dramas, #teammudahterhibur) but I never really take anything seriously.
I don't remember when was the last time I like something (fictional) this much that it hurts me so bad.
Ezwan Luthfi has brought such a big impact to me that everytime I watch the drama, I wanted to cry. It hurts me so bad that I don't know if there's Ezwan Luthfi for me out there. And I don't mean the guy playing it. I know he could be perfect but he's not Ezwan Luthfi.
He's not perfect but he's everything that I want.
My days and nights revolves around him, his clips and photos and everything he says. It was so bad that I worried if I have sinned for thinking about it so much. I had to talk about it just to get it out of my system. So I talked to a cousin.
I was expecting for someting like 'Get over it, it's just a character.' 'There's no one like him in real life'. 'If you want Ezwan Luthfi then you have to be Kyra Lydia" bla bla non supportive talks.
But, instead, she said, 'If you want it, ask for it. One day he shall come, and that's what you asked for'
Thank you, for being supportive, albeit most probably she was just saying what I want to hear.
But sometimes that's what we want.
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