Friday, February 8, 2013

Road Less Traveled

A stranger he was once. His witty words steal my heart. I only hear he speaks meanwhile others try to talk with me. If it is called happiness, then it must be. I put a lot of smiles and laughters in our days together. He holds my hand like he does not want to let go. With a gentle smile and kind heart, he hugs me tight. I never feel so shy yet so loved. He see through me when he is in me. As our lives engaged, he lits my life. I hold his hands and he always catches me.

I am still grateful you dropped a message on that day, because I know there is someone out there can love me like that. And I realise, I live my own 9 minutes favourite love story. 
He draws our future that always make me happy.