Love.

It is 3 in the morning. Good thing is, I'm sober. I just want to write something.
This is something beyond my feelings.
I can't partially write it out. But I try my best.
Where the times goes?
Suddenly holidays gone.
After a week brake, I need to keep fighting everything in front of me.
Not because survival or having a good life ahead.
Is because of you.
Every single day I woke up, I think of you.
And I'm not saying those cheesy things or romantic things that some chapter you can found on movie.
What I saying is true, from bottom of my heart.
You said I should not too focus on one thing, like too focus on you.
But truth is, you are too big for me that I can't ignore.
For the first time, I was like, really found a purpose to love my life, to love what I have.
And I truly, originally love you.

I'm not perfect.
I really am.
I'm not cute or intelligent.
I'm not like those previous guys you have met before.
Not smart as he, or good looking as him.
And I never will became like them.
And I never will try to prove anything to became them.
And I telling you, I'm not afraid.
Because me is me.
If you can't love the original me that will surprise me.

Finally
I hope
The spark of us never disappear when this really going on.

She is the prettiest girl in this whole damn world.

I was so lucky. 

Soul Mates
I don't know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place—some other existence.

- Lang Leav