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♡ COUPONS ♡

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Hello? It’s 5 th of April and I am grateful to have you by my side. Let me tell you something that I barely have a time to write it down. I was in doubt that I also had the same feeling towards you. And it is really funny when I look back, I realize you didn’t mean all that much to me. I thought you would be another one passing through my life. We also both thought that we had no intention of keeping each other for this long. You knew......... that I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off. It sounds like everybody befriends me because they know my smile, not my scars. Then, you came along. I almost believed everyone couldn't make me conscious that I am worth so much more than I was, but you could anyway. I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned, and I finally grasped that unexpected sweet things ‒like your existence and your affection‒ were always going to happen in life. I love our own story, even it is messy, full of weird and unusual conversations, and such, but it is the story that got us here, today, yeah even if it is still messy. Forget the butterflies, I feel the ikan mas koki itu pelupa when I am with you. Somebody ever told me to never make a person as my home, but it was not just you as a person who makes me feel at home, everyday. If it is not, then what should I name the happiness feeling every time you'd text me, saying you miss me even though we had just talked the day before? Umm... we may not get to talk as often as we like‒due to our tight schedule‒ and we may not get to be there for each other through the night. But but but but I still believe you are the apple of my eyes, the sun to my shine, and the peanut to my butter. And of course I would cuddle the hell out of you and kiss your face endlessly right now.

Thank you for giving me chance to realize how lovely you are. Thank you for walking beside me and for wanting me at your side. Thank you for thinking of me and for always caring more than you should. Thank you for making me smile (even you often said that I have a low sense of humor just like obama talk) and for smiling along with me. Thank you for being who you are and not someone else. Thank you for each day and night, and for always.

‒Savannah