I'm sure most of us have our very own, special first love. The person that started the feeling of love within or heart. The person who stands as indicator for the next love you're going to undergo. Always; the comparison you make will be based on your first love's characteristics, how he treated you, make you feel the most luckiest person in the world.
Within this fresh morning air, carefully describing about the person who takes up most of the space in my heart. Too many things remind me of him, forgetting him is something I could never do although I've tried so hard.
How the month of January marked the starting of everything. It started of as friends before close friends arrived. Being too close to someone is like giving them chances to hurt you indirectly, I guess. The funny thing is no matter how much that person is hurting you, you'll still stay with him. It's not what he has makes you fall for him, it's who he is makes you fall deeper and deeper.
It's true they said 'it takes millions of people to complete the world. but only that special person to complete yours' :)
So, when other people ask why I fall for him, what will I get by staying by his side. Truthfully, I don't actually know.
The way he stole my heart, the way he cared about me, the way his hair smells so fresh, the way he drove the car while I'm sitting on the seat beside him, the way he sacrificed his time to make sure I'm safe, the way he woke me up for Subuh prayer. Well, the last one I love the most :)
He, who doesn't smoke in front of me no matter how much he want to at that particular moment.
He, who doesn't watch sports, soccer, football and yet, he's an athlete himself. He jumps higher than I am.
He, whom I trust and willing to wait for.
He, whom I never say 'No' to.
He, whom I look up to; perfectly.
He, whom I called Perfect.
And, he. Who is in love with someone else.
The only thing I know is I love him and I will stay by his side no matter how hard it's going to be.
Why? Because I love him. It's either him or no one else.
And, I can't love other men the way I love him.
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