I thought love is happiness.
I thought love is everything.
I thought love is contentment.
I have so much thought on what is love?!
I thought it's about feeling surreal.
I thought it's like a fantasy.
I thought it's magical.
I thought so much about it!
Because of too much analyzing and finding the meaning of love, I have met you.
You who bring the best in me.
You who bring the worst of me.
You who makes my heart fluttered.
You who makes my eyes stared at you.
And by then I knew!
Love...is you...
And also pain.
My smiles and tears is you.
My savior and my destroyer is you.
My healer and my broken heart is you.
I looked for the meaning of love without knowing that from the start and even in the end it's all you. And you're not only love. You are everything, my everything.
But I just wish I'm that to you, also. But it's her and never been me.
She's your everything...
And not me.
