(somebody asked me to describe him on my ask.fm and this was my answer)
I won't say that he's perfect because nobody is. He has flaws and there are a lot of things that I don't like about him. But I can tell that he's changed. He has changed a lot. He is a much better person than he was couple years ago. Still not perfect, but I'm not looking for perfection, so
He drives me crazy most of the time, annoys me a lot I wanna punch him right in the face. He is a very competitive person in any aspect, really. He is not the most mature person in the world, that is for sure. And romantic is definitely not the word I'd use to describe him.
God I make my boyfriend looks awful. No, he's not.
He buys me ice cream when I'm on period, (occasionally) makes the cutest good night text, tells the funniest joke ever, rocks everything he wears (I don't know how he does this), has the best smell (and it's not because of perfume) and laugh, and is the sexiest basketball player in the whole universe ever!
But aside from the corny little things... He cares about me, considers my safety and health as top priority (if that makes any sense), I mean, man, he really knows how to make me feels safe like nothing in this world could ever harm me when I'm with him, you know? He's the one I can tell everything to, from my deepest fear to my biggest dream, stories that remained untold for the past few years when he wasn't here.
He is my best friend, my first love, my first heartbreak, my high school crush, my 'the one that got away', my 'what ifs', my unsolved business, the subject of every writing I wrote, the one I think about when I listen to love songs, the one I pray for.
He is the answer of why it didn't work out with everybody else.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Meski tentang itu tak lama, melaluinya kita yakin ada pendar, ada pijar.”
—Kinia Eyusa Merry
Aku rindu sekali, kapan kamu pulang?
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Currently craving for something blue.
It could be,
the sea, and the calm that always comes afterward,
the sky, and how beautiful everything looks up there.
Or it could be,
the shirts, and the fact that you were mesmerizing in them.
I prefer the latter.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
“It's you.P.S. What took you so long?
It's been you for as long as I can remember.
Everyone else has just been another failed attempt at perfecting the art of pretending you're not. I miss you.”
Saturday, May 16, 2015
“We are a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”—Robert Fulghum
Let's be weird together.