A New Phase.
I’ve never expect something truly beautiful to happened before.
Now that it is becoming real, I wonder why I had.
You make my days, which was in the worst statement back there.
You bring back smiles to my face, which is sincere this time.
Love is wanting to be your happiness – just as you have been mine. Love is wanting to spend my lifetime with you – going through messy arguments, making up, breaking-up, but falling into each other’s arms once again in the end. I want the kind of love that will allow me to reach the limits of my dreams, but will keep me grounded at the same time; where I can feel good about myself knowing that even after every failure, I’d still have you. I need someone to tell me how horrible I look in the mornings, or how I can’t cook at all no matter how I try – someone who’s willing enough to see me for my imperfections but love me anyway. I don’t need a perfect love. For as long as I am able to hold you, see you, and feel you. For as long as I know you are real. That’s the kind of love I want. -iris
Journal of Existence 