I love her . . . . .

in thousand of days i have, i never did expect for someone like her to come in my life. yes, maybe i wished for a girl like her but i never expected that that wish will be granted. perhaps there are times that i got to think that i should have known her earlier before--and so that my life should have never been this miserable. but then, i got to realize, that if that is what happened, maybe it wouldn't be her. she has her million ways for me to love her. each day it's like she makes me give a sigh of relief, a smile to show how happy i am, and tears to show how much i'm thankful that she have finally found me. she is my everything and i love her because of all the crazy things she possess. maybe she doesn't always show me how much she loves me, but i still able to smile because just knowing that whenever i turn around, there she is always by my side.

she has no talent for cooking, but she has the passion and determination to learn. i always remember the times that she would proudly say to me that she's going to cook something delicious, but she always end up serving me noodles on a cup. she would scribble a smiley face on the cup and stick a note saying, "made with 100% love". who wouldn't love that? i got to eat the most special food in the whole universe.

she's simple in so many ways. but nevertheless she will always be my goddess. she wears cologne not perfume--but she smells like an angel. she puts nothing on her lips but lip gloss--that everytime i am near her i always smell the scent of vanilla--her favorite. and although she always prefer to wear jeans and shirts--but with her smile she is always good to go.

maybe she doesn't always say or show her philosophy about love. but i will never forget that time we were on the mall. we were in line waiting for our ice cream, when i turned around she was nowhere to be found. i searched for her everywhere, and there i found her, smiling in front of a display room with a man and a woman mannequins. she took one cone of ice cream from my hand and smiled at me. only then i realized what she did--she's done it again. she made the mannequins hold each other's hand.

in the middle of the night she would call me--ask me to go out with her. but instead of going to bars and partying, we always end up walking and running around the park. and when we finally grew tired, we would lay down on the grass and gaze up on the starry night. and when the time we need to go home comes, she always make me carry her on my back. eventhough she's a little heavy, most of the times i even don't get to realize it. because she would be singing songs for me--at the top of her lungs and i end up singing with her.

every day with her is like a gift to be open. it is always good and full of surprises. but the best time that i would never forget is the time she thought she lost her promise ring that i gave. she removed the ring from her finger when she volunteered to wash the dishes. maybe she forgot to slip it back on her finger and that i saw it by the sink. i noticed that it is not in good shape and thought some good polishing will be good. i did not tell her about my plan when i send her ring to a goldsmith. when i arrived at home--there she was crying. she said she's sorry that she lost the ring. she told me she looked for it everywhere and that she even ask her grandmother to look for it. i felt guilty and sorry. i gave back her ring and she started crying out loud. instead of being angry with me she just cried and hugged me tightly.i did not realize how important that is to her--but i'm happy, because back then i finally knew why i love her...that is, because she loves me.