I was actually doing my design presentation board,
but today is quite a special day for me,
so I thought, lets take a break.
You see, Im at my early twenties.
It is the age where my parents met each other,
Where I start getting wedding invitations from my friends.
It is the age where love life starts to bloom.
I cant help but notice,
people I thought would never date, do,
and people I thought would never change, did.
But hey, its not always a bad thing,
I acknowledge that love is a huge part of living,
And, when you thing you found a person that is truly yours,
Someone who is made for you,
You might want to hold on to them for good.
But, what if, one day, you realise you're wrong,
your person is not actually yours.
love becomes a burden
Cause, here i am, wondering,
How can the person that is a copy of me,
Suddenly become so different.
Some one who is literally so close,
Someone who i do everything together w,
Is actually a stranger
It scares me so much, because if this is the idea of love,
Two strangers acting like a team for the eye of world,
Then I will skip that part.
I dont want to be in love just because its the right thing to do,
because at the moment it feels so wrong.
I dont say that very often,
I dont give myself away that much.
But I chose you.
As miraculous as it could be,
You chose me too,
sorry I havent thank you.
I dont know how it happened,
but since it started,
It doesnt stop
But we fight a lot though,
All the time,
Funny how you could be so right and wrong.
Again, what are you boy?
And for the feelings that I have towards you,
Theres a lot that I have to keep to myself,
I express it by saying "I love you" and "I love you too",
But our story means more to me, than any book could feel its shelves.
Someday, I dream of myself as your wife,
To be waken up by your snores,
To take care of your existence,
simply by filling our dining with chickens,
But at any other day,
I am just happy with moment,
How young and silly we are,
To fight over something so small,
So small that on the next day,
I cant even recall.
And for me,
to beat for your attention, against "The Futsal",
I can easily stabbed your futsal ball, and finish it life,
I can understand now why you havent introduce me to it,
Oh, haha, how I see futsal as your first wife.
I dont know why Im writing this,
I dont even know if you'll be reading it,
But, cause I dont know how far we'll make it in this journey,
In this moment, you make me happy.
We'll live on, and grow old,
but you'll be my young love :)