We spend 5 years, 10 months and 4 days,
trying to get along with each other,
hoping to walk in the same direction forever and ever
yet knowing the rope that bind us, is such a fragile one.
We holding hand, knowing this might last a lifetime,
or end in a heartbeat.
God, we really had a good laugh don’t we?
Oh sure, we fight.
But I love it, that you just kept your mouth shut while I’m blabbing
I love it, how you never shout or scream at me, regardless how bitchy I can be,
I love it, how you assure me, when I’m in doubt,
that God always had ways for us.
I love it, that you don’t need to talk much, or write poems, or even songs (though I know you’re good at it),
to say how much you want to spend the rest of your life with me.
I love the fact, that though I had so much friends I love, you’re stand out, I don’t need to pretend when I’m with you.
I love your patience (did I already mention it?), I see you calmly holding my hand in my turbulence.
I love how you get along with my mom, my dad, my sisters, my maid. *they all love you too, btw.
I love how you love love love my dogs, and jokingly said, ‘this is why I came all the way from Jakarta, not you.’ *err, you joking right?
I love how we works through problem, and with you I learned not to be selfish, to draw a deep breath and try not to say things I’ll regret later.
At the end, I know we will work every problems together, without being mad at each other.
But what I love most, is your abbility to make me laugh real hard, even when I’m in my lowest.
It made me realised,
I found my home, my sanctuary.
And I prayed to The Almighty,
that there’ll be more anniversary, more birthdays, more fights, more make-ups, more laugh, more dreams, more movies to watch, more weekends and more and more and more love to share.
HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY.
I wish nothing, nothing but your happiness.
but in your sorrow,
today and tomorrow,
I will be here.
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