Your love made me feel young and old. The kind of love that I will live and die for.
You know, I'm sure that these dreams we have would last until we're seventy or ninety or at least for a hundred year.
Why?
Because you always take it like a man.
A trait you have which I love.
You keep on telling me that you ain't playing with me. You always would tell me that you are here because you date to marry. You act mature, a husband material which I found really cool.
These hopes and dreams in our heads are so close to our hands. You work hard to earn me and it takes blood and sweat to fight in your battlefield.
And I'm sorry,
If most time I would repeatedly ask you if you love me even you're tired
But surprisingly, you always give me words of affirmations instead of a simple just "yes".
I admit, I was sometimes immature but you handle me like a man.
Would I ask for more if this is what you offer?
I feel like you're going against the world just to get me someday. I hope you win.
