Transparent Prejudice

“And if I trust you to take my hand to direct me, will you hold me tight and sweep away my loneliness ? Will you let me go when I tell you to do so ?” | “What if I don’t want to let you go ? And what if I want to be your eternal preceptor ?” | “Then prove me that you’re feasible to be my exception. And make me feel the cushion in forever”

forever, a very enormous long term of time. the magnitude of forever itself scares the hell outta me. trying to define what it means. and the only thing that comes up into my bias is you. love comes up first, and followed by your name. imagining days after days without your appearance. counting days to finally see your smile. waiting for those gazes from your bright brown eyes to finally collides with my gaze. could it be you ? the one who makes me feel like forever even exist even when it's not ?

to be honest, the idea of having an intimate relationship with someone and spending the rest of my day, month, even year only with 1 person, frighten me. and my independence itself need to be deprived, simply just because he asked me to. how can someone guarantee me that i won't get bored to be with someone ? how can someone make a pledge to me that things will end up perfectly fit to where it should be ?

he's the one. the only one who can expunge my negative prejudice. the only one who can persuade me to have an intimate relationship, simply to dig his bias, simply to discover the side of him that no one even knows. the one, the only one who can makes me feel so safe to say that his eyes solemnly gaze at me. and as we fall apart, he convince me even more. and as we fell to each other, laying on the other side, hearing the sound of our laughter as the backsound, he made a vow. a vow i'll never forget. a vow that made me fall even deeper than i've ever fall, until no one can measure how deep i've fallen.

this is by far my most romantic post, you know, people who are fall in love doesn't need to find any other inspiration. cause you know, the love itself is the most massive inspiration you could ever get.

P.S: since loving him is easy, so please re-read and fathom my post while you're listening to "Loving You Is Easy" by Marie Digby. And yes, i hope we truly end up in the word of 'perennial' itself, chub :)