So happy

Hiya boys and girls it has been a serious long while and just to quickly press-date you, i’ve been.. so happy <3

Welcoming realization

It’s late and night, and I am on the beanbag in the toilet. As I always am, at some point of the night (don’t ask).

So in between the almost-full moon and sikut-spins and cucuk-drives, I realized something with you sat on the passenger’s seat. It was never the boy that had my heart, that made me feel safe and secure. It was never actually having a good lover’s day that made me sleep with a smile slapped across my face.

It was and will always be you, that is my security blanket. You, that literally have stuck by me through thick and thin, fat and slit, ugly and g-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s, you. My sister, my boon.

If its too late at night and I am still out, I won’t will the worry of how to get home because you are there. If I am in doubt and in need of advice, you’re stupid face is what makes me laugh it all off. It’s okay if we’re in the shits because you and I will always sneakily find a way out of it.

We are sisters by fate, but you are my best friend by absolute choice.

I hate change

.. But it’s unevitable.

Repeat

In my opinion, there is no specific definition of love. There’s um-llions of people in this world, on this earth.. ergo, there’s um-llions of definitions. But what do I have to say about it? What does this particular 15 year old have to say about it?

LOVE? Putting aside the fact that it is an over-used word in today’s world, it’s beautiful. Actually, It is beyond beautiful, beyond amazing, beyond ecstatic. It makes all of us human-babies do the darnest things. It makes us sing, it makes us dance, it makes us laugh, it makes us smile, it makes us write, it makes us fight with our parents, it makes us spend our money on the littlest things that you think your monpetishu would smile to, it makes you drive all the way down to KB, Tanah Jambu, Kota Batu, Sengkurong, it makes us.. simply put, it makes us so happy.

When I’m in love, I get the fuzziest feeling inside. It makes the butterflies in my stomach fly so hard that they die. It makes me smile when I’m just about to sleep, and its why I smile the minute I awake. When I’m in love, I am cut open in the middle, and beyond exposed. I show every face and every mask I have. Every little flaw. I kantut, I cry, I piss, I o-o, I give all of me.

If you were to ask me.. What do I do best? No questions asked, I’d say.. Love. I love.. to love. I love falling inlove, I love how crazy it makes me, I love being manja, I love being kusut, I love running to the boyfriend and just start to rant about my day, I love bitching with my significant other, I love sharing inside-jokes across the table, I love huffing-and-puffing around my room, trying to look for the nicest outfit for my date, I love thinking of what to buy for monthsaries, I love sending goodnight messages, I love waking up to goodmorning messages, I love goodnight calls, I love hollywood kisses, I love anniversaries, I love holding hands, I love kissing, I love.. love.

If you have love, cherish is, appreaciate it, don’t only hold on to it, but grasp it with both hands, and don’t let it go, don’t mess it up.

To end this post?.. I miss love.

Haro, haro

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