A Year After

A year ago, I met you for the first time. I never thought that you really going to make it, actually. Oh, please.., my house is way too far from yours, right? It took 1.5 hours to get there. And you really had to go there early in the morning, before dawn. Kinda patriotic? Don’t think so. It’s just the matter of curiosity, right? I don’t think that you got a good impression of me at that time. Yeah, I’m sure with what’s on your mind. Was it: “Gosh, she’s just so skinny, way too far from beautiful. What have I done? Oh, I think I made a mistake”.
Well, that day wasn’t really good. Remember the problem with your motorcycle? It should run well since it was our first meeting. But it wasn’t. And yes, other than only the problem with the motorcycle, we also did some kind of debating.
After all, I’m happy to meet you. I’m really happy. You’re such a friendly boy, polite and fun. I never thought that we’re going to be this far (You know what I mean, Hun ). I’m happy with what I’ve got this last year. And I think God sent me an angel.
An angel who makes me smiles again and again. I can’t deny that sometimes I cry because of you. But I can bear it, cz neither I can make you always smile.
Hun, would you always stay with me? Hold my hand and make me smile again? Hug me when I’m down and be there when I’m in need?
I know I’m not perfect, Hun. But I’ll try my best for you, because I’m so grateful of having you.