I thought about the time when you bravely started a strange conversation as the rustling of the wind whispered.
And every single minute suddenly rushed in.
Maybe, you texted me gingerly.
While, a torrent of emotions, enthusiasm, happiness, ran confusingly through my bones.
Indeed, I was your big fan.
Because you are in the way immensely attractive in the general measurement and immensely impressive measured by a unique perspective.
One day, you told me you love me.
And this innocent but truthful confession attacked my brain out of my head.
I once loved my freedom, and I was scared that you will take it off of me.
But I found a joy as I staring through your embarrassing eyes.
I saw you and I found a great man with a great heart.
I found an insecure boy who declared his self as a strong-brave-man who will stand up for his little girl whenever she falls down into her knees.
Then I finally conceived,
That I couldn't ask for more.
//2//
I thought, love is intentional. But with you, this is accidental.
I'd never been so clear about the roadmap I took when I said "YES" with vague kind of words.
Beforehand, I enjoyed my life with every emptiness of it.
I never expect someone would fill the blank space in it. Because the rest of It is a very big baggage encompasses pain, scars, heartbreak, and even sweet memories.
Then I found you,
Someone who loves me enough to help me unpack.
Someone who sees greatness in me even when I don't see it myself.
You distinguished between commitments and promises and decided to commit to it.
You are afraid about the skyline splits in two. And a baby eagle being an orphaned. And losing me too soon.
But I see how you conquering your fear.
I found you because even if you are not a roar, you are the quite voice at the edge of the night, whispering "I am here for you"
//3//
You are adjusting the sail.
I found you and now I am dilating my sail.
Because I don't want this voyage to stop.
I don't want to be perished,
By losing you.
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