He's my best friend. Big bro. Boyfriend. Someone I really care about. Someone I would never hurt. Someone I've been waiting for a long time. Never thought I'm capable enough to be loved, but he did so maybe that's what people call magic. I must be so lucky to have it then!
I don't love him.
Because I am him, and he is me.
It's crazy how we actually have so little common and yet we're so fit together. We talks about anything and somehow we could be a good listener to each other, even we on topics that one of us couldn't get it, we still listening. Cause he's experience sounds interesting to me. I wanna know how his day going on, have he eat well or not, what his feeling, what's on his mind. I would stay awake from midnight till dawn if he wanna share something with me, just in case he needs me.
I won't let him down. I'll always support him no matter what, even if his choice is killing me. All I want to do is ensure his happiness and stay together for a lifetime. I wanna fell in love again and again. I wanna cuddle when it rains and give a little kiss and hugs when he's in trouble, saying everything's gonna be alright in the end and show him good sides in every unsolved matters.
Well he's so busy lately when I need him the most. But I think that's fine. Maybe I gotta stop depend everything on him, stop being crybaby, just.... stop. Even I need him more than he's gonna need me.
I wanna wake up in his arms someday, give a morning kiss and believe that he's actually loves me just the way I am, that he loves me as much as I love him.
He's my Smelly Goat, my rainbow after rains, my shelter, my home. He's my futuristic lover, as we will spend our life together, always stay together for good times and bad times.
Well if you asked me, dear, I do.
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