Who says it is easy.
To just love and be loved. To look for someone who can be the same person with different roles and impact in you life. To have someone to shared with your shallow happiness and deep dramas. Who says we can’t make it though?
To be as strong as this. To have unconditional love for over five years. Who says it’s not worth it? To be with each other sides every time, always and forever.
The rain suddenly fell so hard, the wind abruptly stunned everyone. I heard the noise of the broken window glasses, people screaming with joy or fear. Even the weather changed tremendously, people changed, but you never did; that’s what I love about you, you are still the same old yet brand new you.
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
How I love you and the rain.
I love and hate the rain at the same time, like how I love and despise you. I got relaxed with the tiny drops, swiftly, as if in in a hurry, hitting the ground and producing many drops, going at different direction in a circular motion; like how I got relaxed with the sight of yours. Slowly smiling, from your rosy lips until it reaches your expressive dark eyes partnered with long and thick lashes.
I got confused with the girl beside me, as she silently mumbling words, as if she’s saying a curse for me; like how I got confused when you’re beside me and you aren’t doing anything, aside from staring at me, with your eyes longing for something, thanking for everything.
Adoring the wonderful sound of the dripping rain, with my eyes closed, drops which bits by bits touched my skin until it completely covered me; like how adore your magnificently and perfectly husked voice, slowly stating how much you love me, gently embracing me, until I am fully covered by the warmth of your body, and your breath surrounding me.
You remind me of the rain, and the rain reminds me of you.
and the times you always boastfully say,
it was the scent of your sweat.”