Loving you is so hard. It is.
We are so different in almost every possible ways.
To every idea and knowledge that you get, is another adapting process to me.
To each circumstance that you face,
I love you better when I miss you.
As weird as it may sounds, and as much as you tried to take it as part of my silly side, now you know I really meant it.
Many times, togetherness make us dissolved into each other. We are not
I love how we give time to unanswered questions, and space to unsettled thoughts, to have room for improvements without each one of us pushing our ways.
I love how we hide from each other sometimes, just to keep the pace between us for not being too fast, and still at the right time to show how much we care.
You know that feeling. When the conversation escalated too fast, when the distance between us getting lesser, when we become too close and things become too familiar.
When there is almost no more mistery or secret between us, and the excitements take more efforts to be present.
He used to love only black and white, never colors. My world used to consist of every colors, but black and white.
Then we settled on the dawn.
“I love you far better in colors.”
“I now can understand why you love black and white.”
Then we settled on love.
“Beautiful yes? Two people that are missing each other but tell nothing to one another.”
“Maybe. But it will be sad if they ended up know nothing about their feelings for each other.”
“Not really. Maybe they are just that kind of people. The kind that enjoy complicated things and appreciate deep feelings.”
“As how sometimes words are just meant to be said and let out freely without the needs of being told purposely and specifically to?”
“Indeed. :)”
“:)”
You shine bright like the city night lights. So bright that you make the stars shy and hide. So mezmerizing that I willingly let myself to be drown in you. Just to have a look on you, for a blink in a lifetime.
And I know the lights will go down one day soon. And I never trust a forever anyway. But forever this might be. You stuck deep and haunts my mind.
The city night lights that shines bright more than the stars in the sky. The prisoner of my memories. You or me?
The day I that leave you, won't likely be the day when I hate you or mad at you. Instead, it will be the day when I love you the most and decide that I'm not capable of feeling it anymore.
It will be the day that I feel enough of missing you. Enough of being someone
But you have to let me love you a little less, my love.
For too much love will kill me, yet you won't let me die. For too much love will change me into someone I don't like. For too much love will make me expect the impossible.