Beyond right and wrong, we met on inadvertency.
In the middle of inability to feel something, I identify the possibility of you. I took a glimpse, depth to your complexion; to the essential habit which is known only by yourself. Odd is, the possibility still there even more solid.
I accept who you are whilst I am trying to contribute something positive into your life. Love should be that melancholic, shouldn’t it? To give each other way to growth without interfere their quirks. Odd is, I love your weirdness as I found myself very comfortable sharing idiotic things to you.
You drowning me into the world that created my our own Himalaya. I felt depth into that, cannot stop. Yet, in this millennial-complicated world, I found you very simple to be notice. I found you lead me into simple things and I treasure that moment.
But again, opening into something new such a very uphill stage, right? As pleasing as it is, I learned from the past. The urge to keep you here keeps me straightly talking to God, to show me His legitimate solid intention.