Attention: Before you start reading this mushy note, can you please play the video below? :p
Our love is the kind that I don’t even think about.
I never convince neither expect myself to fall inlove in any certain part of you.
It just comes out naturally as days and months goes by.
Your love is the kind that is quiet on the outside but loud on the side.
Like space between lightning and thunder
-Electrified and alive, but silent and knowing.
I love and appreciate how you let me go on my own.
And how at the end of the day we meet and talk about the things that had happened to us.
You might not be the sweetest guy out there,
Who randomly bought neither flowers nor chocolates for their girls,
Your sweetness is unique.
Unique enough to weak my knees and send millions of butterflies to my tummy.
You don’t fall inlove with my Sunday best aura: me wearing dress and heels.
Instead, you fall inlove with my “awfual aura”: my morning and haggard face.
You don’t fall inlove with the way I look after spending hours getting ready.
Instead, you fall inlove with my plain-bold face with my wide sweet smile.
You accept me being impatient, my jealous moods,
And those times that I don’t feel anything at all.
How childish and clingy I am whenever I randomly hug and kiss your shoulders.
You fall inlove with my scars, my marks and all the things that makes me far less than perfect.
Thank You! For loving every part of me, the good and the bad. For the endless patience and support in the fields I go into. Iloveyou. Looking forward for more days, months and years with you.