My Teacher, My Hero !

         As I enter the school, I already saw them. Wanna know who? Of course my teachers.

         My teacher is the one who cares me and guide me as I am inside the campus or even out of it. They are the persons who widens our knowledge and they the persons who loves us, as our parents can do. They are the ones who can talk to us when they can see us struggling a problem. They make us fell stronger when we get weak. They often share their experiences in life to us. Sometimes, they get mad at us because of our undisciplined and childish attitudes. But my greatest pleasure is our teachers are the persons who lights our path for a better future and for a better life. They encourages us to study hard and focus in our dreams. They are our hero.

         Fellow students, always remember: no professionals, no educated people and even no president in our country if our teachers was not there.

Hero! My Hero!

            Heroes; kids always tell it is superman, batman, spiderman, the avengers, wonderwoman and etc. But for me, my hero is my man. Know why? Here is the reason.

             My man is my hero because he always made me rise when I fall. He always saved me from hurting myself when I am depressed. He’s always telling me that every challenge that will come into my life, he believes that I can face it. My hero is the reason why I live happily and satisfied. He is the reason why I exist in this world. He is my greatest dream that has come to reality. He is my MODERN HERO, my hero until my last breath. The only Person who always make me feel that I am never alone. How I wish it would be forever. That my hero will stay with me until our last day in earth. But, I was wrong.

            My hero left me with a promise that he didn’t fulfill. He was gone like he has a leaf easily blown by the wind away. This is the most painful part of the story between my hero and I. My hero is now happy with he’s new girl. But even though this happens, he’s still my hero, my love, my inspiration and the greatest reason why I live.

           I’m still waiting until he will be back again in my life and fulfill his promises. That is my hero, the one who took me out in pain, but also the one who drove me down in vain. And the one who healed my wounded heart, but leave it again without knowing how to start.