i like my green bracelet, even though it’s loose and a bit standing in the way. like it for giving tint to my skinny dull lower arm. and i like my giant teddy bear that bandit gave me, even though sometimes its fur makes me sneeze. like it for being sooo cuddly and forever chubby. and of course i love my blue-framed glasses, even though the glasses are getting scratched. without them i’d go blind for sure. i love things inspite of their imperfection.
am i loved inspite of my flaws? the stubbornness, insecurity, emotion, swing mood — you want a list?😀 — and from the horizon rises my bandit. he hands me his heart inspite of my clumsiness. he trusts it to me inspite of my chance to drop it. and i always said he was afraid to take risks? yeah i’m loved indeed for it feels so comfortable to be myself around him.
he neutralizes everything, and he knows…
"i don’t need a diamond ring ’cause you prove your love to me when you say sweet and mellow la la la la la la la la la means i love you…"
-these days are honeymoon days. hyahahahaha…-