Yesterday,
I asked myself on why I stayed, why I held on, why I fought for this...
Today,
you showed me an answer...
My love,
Two years had passed. Oh, how time flew by so fast.
Ups and downs.
Tears and smiles.
Let gos and please stays...
I can't help but look back on the happier days. When you used to look at me with love in your eyes; how butterflies used to make my tummy feel weirdly amazing; how a fight could turn into a lovefest.
Two years had passed. Two years filled with love, with joy, with pain, and with doubts. The butterflies went old -- some died and some survived.
I remember the letter I wrote two years and a month before. It was written at the back of a receipt. Who would have anticipated that a month after that, the letter would make sense because you came.
My love, you saved me.You're the one who made me feel that there's enough reason to love me.
"You found me in my darkest place. You made me breathe in all the goodness that you breathe out. You made me see the best out of the worst. You don't have to give me all that galactic bullshit that guys are offering to other girls. I don't want the stars, the moon, or even Venus. I just want you. Every little piece of you. I want the way you look past my mask. I want the way you stare into my soul. I want every hidden stories behind your tattoos. Every piece of you may it be broken or whole. I just want you. All of you. No flowers. No chocolates. No promises. No bullshit. No pretense. Just you. I don't want anything else in this world. You're what I want. You're what I need. And you offered yourself to me and I'm grateful and contented now more than ever."
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