01.04.2013
People would always ask: How come we fall in love with that person? He or She is not perfect. He doesn't have these and that. He's not the one made for you.
But the question is: Who knows better than your heart and mind?
Others may not have the idea of what it took the both of you to finally found yourselves in the arms of each other. Sometimes, you seem to hold each other too tight and ask yourself, "Is this heaven on my Earth?" Definitely, loving someone and being love is truly witnessing a glimpse of heaven.
My man is not a perfect man. But his imperfections made me love him more dearly every single day. Those imperfections made me feel like I'm not just love for the sake of being loved but I'm also needed. How would that make you feel when you exist not for your dreams only, but for others also. How does it feel when you the day is so hazy but you still feel the need to survive because someone is willing to see you again the next morning.
Yes, how does it feel to be needed?
Beside the man, I longed to have many years ago... I am not the same person who I was. I no longer curse my life but love it and those in it.
Beside the man, I wanted to be with before... I am not the same old girl who carried a broken heart a year ago. I am a woman, being cared for. I am princess being protected. I am a dream, he keeps on achieving.
Beside the man, I know who loves me... I am like a sister, I am like a best friend, I am the present and the future.
Beside the man, I know I truly love... I am no longer wanderer. My heart found its home. A place where it will stay forever.
All the pains I had a year ago did not totally vanish, but slowly it fades. My wounds are healed.
My heart that turned into ashes revives back to life. Not ready to experience the pain, but willing to love without condition.
To my engineer, to my best friend, to my fluffeeey, to my heart, let me love you for the rest of your life.
Let me take care of you until you grow old. Let me bring your heart warmth. Let me become a part of you that will never leave. I love you.
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