LV is for LoVe..not Louis Vuitton

Dear my love.


This post is belong to you.
I have a lot of things, words, ideas, minds and whats never makes me end to talk to you.


I don't know how to express myself, my feel, my heart, my hurt, my sad, my everything.
You might think I'm happy with my day.
Yes, I am happy.but in heart, who knows. nobody but Allah.


I miss every moments, every sweets, every lovey doveys, every kuchies, every hurts, every cries, every stories, every jokes, every means, every hearts, everythings.
It just romanticism  ' satan weapon '.


Everyone..look!


Have you ever fall in love?
You know how it feel?
I know. but I don't know which word I have to take to make it clear, to make an explanation, to make a story, to make a song, to make a journey, to make a life, but one word is enough.


LOVE is CINTA.
CINTA adalah LOVE.


I am not someone who can speak properly, who can bring myself like I am pro with this topic.
but, I know how to type without stopping like right now.
Like my ideas, my words, my feeling are mixing in my mind.
and my fingers are happens to type with nonstop.
WORKS together 


:)


YET!


This post is belong to someone who is still standing, sitting, owning, taking, handling, controlling my very dearest heart.
I really miss every moments of us.


You're something. I am newthing.
You're pro. I am learning
You're romantic. I am trying.
You're caring. I am taking.
You're loving. I am looking.
You're boiling. I am freezing
You're hot. I am snowing.
You're jerk. I am innocent.
You're heart breaker. I am heart less.
You're sweet. I am sour.
You're handsome. I am cute.
You're crying. I am listening.
You're needing. I am coming.
You're begging. I am melting.
You're charming. I am enchanting.
You're puzzle. I am questioning.
You're problem. I am solving.
You're Jack. I am Rose.
You're bee. I am honey.
You're Romeo. I am Juliet.
and
You're Adam. I am Hawa.


If I ask Bruno Mars, he might says...get him back like 'Talking to the moon' said 'Iwantyouback'


But, Bruno Mars..you never know one thing.
We cannot get back.
We are not like the other lovers.
We are black. We are shadow.
If he is really belong to me, then one day he will come back to me.
I want a man who love me, want me, miss me, like me, need me, think me, care me, wish me, dear me, see me, treat me, trust me, believe me, just me.
I know I am greedy. Yes I am greedy.
Greedy is me.




this song is for my late dear.

feel free to listen. 


;')


Assalamualaikum.