Simple, too simple. You’re too simple.
Too hard to find. Like looking for a tiny thin needle in a haystack.
You see, I’m really thankful God let me meet someone like you.
Someone to love me just the way I am. No pretends.
And how would it be if you went away, when even the slightest bad news from you
could give me mini nervous breakdowns.
Making me hyperventilate as I try to calm myself down.
My fragile lover, my beloved.
And I’m never as HAPPY as I am with you, Muhammad Fikri.