Current Residence: jakarta|
Favourite genre of music: mostly jazzy
MP3 player of choice: ipod video
Would you?Would you? by metal-steffi
Would you still love me
When I grew old,
When my hair is gray
and white, thin?
When I no longer
Would you stay
by my side,
When I cannot recognise
who you are;
To remind me
each day, each hour
who you are
because I suffer from dementia?
Would you promise
to love me for who I am,
for who I will be in the future:
for better or for worse?
ten things i love about you.10.ten things i love about you. by xxintention
i love the way your eyes shimmer when you're really happy. i've never been able to see it up close but i know what you're thinking and i'm hoping its of me.
i love the way we always seem to be able to read eachothers minds. we have the same likes and dislikes and thoughts thats revolve around eachother. i love the way i can be myself without worrying about losing you.
i love the way you make me feel good about myself without even having to speak. you say it best when you say nothing at all.
i love how we can smile and just know that it means we care and that it makes us happy.
i love being able to tell you anything without having to worry about what you will think or say. i loved it when i told you about how sometimes i wanted to die, and how you said you would meet me in heaven.
i love the way you speak to me. like i'm the most important person in the world. i love how you seem to never be able to get enough of me; how when i wish on 11:11 i don't have to wish
ten things i miss about us.10.ten things i miss about us. by xxintention
i miss you hugging me and holding me tight to your body. the way you read over my shoulder and how you would pull one million hot air balloon strings just to sit next to me in class.
i miss the way you would smile at me.
i miss how when i came to class crying you would ask me whats wrong and i knew that you actually cared. the concern in your eyes took me where i knew i wanted to be.
the way your eyes would shine when i walked into the room.
i miss talking about the future us. how you were going to ask me out to dinner one day and how you never wanted to let me go.
the way you smelled so good you could taste it. just so you know, you tasted like sunsets and skyscraper mountains and beautiful unbroken dreams.
i miss the text message you sent me at quarter past one. my mom told me it was too late to be texting but i didn't care, because that was the night you told me i was beautiful.
i miss the games of twenty questions. sometimes they were over the line b