the thing is,
I can’t always be there for you.
the fact is,
we parted hours
the truth is,
sometimes I enjoy myself without you
the beauty of it is,
I am sucker for the longiness
the shame of it is,
I kinda proud of us
the victory is,
your hand holding my hand.
maybe we don’t have the world
and maybe we will live in a cage called marriage (you heard the horrid story of it, yes?)
we will (and already) have our darkest hour
irritated by each other
yelling and cursing because you (or me) forget to turn off the light before leaving the house
bored by dinner menu and the color of our wallpaper
– okay, now you’re smiling
baby, we will be a cliché, that’s for sure
but listen to me,
my mind may be wander, but the compass point straight at you
my words may be implicit, but your name is written in bold, capital letter
you, and you alone.
the bird cage looks like an ordinary wooden cage at daytime
but at night, it illuminate.
photo taken at Arisan Restaurant.
on a cool night after eating green tea ice cream. 🙂