Sometimes, it just me who wants to be your type, ticking all the boxes you've been dreaming of in a woman
Although I'd never knew what's the girl you genuinely yearn for
Neither read your mind or swim deep into it
the sanctuary like a holy place
It just me who grow my hair long
wearing the dress
and act less intimidating
it just me who act like I could've become
All I want to be is yours
I won't say the words to depict him like I love him in a brimmed of love galore, or I keep missing him everyday; not also the one I would love to see in the morning; or loving harder than usual. I also won't say he's my one or the one that couldn't feel more right to keep as a companion. I said these to the people before him, and look where am I now ended up with.
This man just there- knowing his existence were so close, so right. We crossed out path few times, while we were blinded by the plastic love we thought we deserve. Even at some events we attended, yet we were a total stranger with familiar faces.
If you might say - some people may come and go because it will left us with a lesson or two, sounds non-sense until the day this guy showed up and next minute I knew this is the reason why I had to through all these wounds.
He's probably the color I've been looking for.
I started my 28-years old by crying in his car just because I hate how this life give me everything that makes me insufficient to be somebody. He just be the one who said I'm so much more than myself thought. A warmest and perpetual calm I deserve anyway. I'm telling you its even easier to love him genuinely. He's everything I wanted during a lifetime crushing-someone, a guy in soccer team, a guy in band as well; a typical city boy with a hopeless romantic feature. Anywhere with him feels right.
He's vibing on pov's ariana grande song.
Even, he's now living up the beautiful memories I had with someone else; meaning the taste, the excitement, and the joy; its like something I had with him in a while.
He doesn't mind to call me gorgeous everyday although I'm ugly as hell. He's looking me in the eyes like has been searching hundred years ago. He doesn't have any idea how cute his gap teeth, how he laugh or every time when we banter each other. I love how vast his chest and comforting his arms.
I guess he's not a mundane kind of guy. He's got an inner power I believe no one resistible from.
He's the sun in my Sunday morning.
I just never knew how kind a life could be, it just allows me to be this lucky to always having David. That's more than what I've been asked for.
