box of words || breaking

9

"So, how many times you've cried for him this week?" Ask my friend as she eats her popcorn.

"Umm, four, I guess?"

"And you still love him?"

"Yes. A lot."

"Why?"

I sigh and looking at our picture on my left side.

"I don't know. Maybe because he can makes me happy."

"Yeah. And he can makes you cry for four time in a week!"

I laugh and smiled at her. I nod as I agree with her statement.

"Yes, he did makes me cry. But, everytime I'm with him, it's like all of those sadness and heartbreaks are gone. He never fails at making me smile. He always gets on my nerves everytime he tickles me. He's just everything that I want right now."

"But don't you tired? It's like you have to laugh and cry at the same time."

"You will never get tired of something you love. Same goes to me and him, even if I have to sacrifice my beautiful eyes because I have to keep my tears under my eyebags everytime I get upset when I'm around him."