I hope someday you’ll see how hard it is to find someone who truly listens to your words, and carefully analyse you.
I hope someday you will see how serious i am when i say “i wanna show you the world”.
I hope someday you will find me different
, for I might not wash clothes, but be the one who design your closet. For i might not wash the dishes (alone), but be the one who drink with you and listen to your childhood stories. For i might not make the bed after wake up, but be the one who choose the drap colour, and mess it up, again, at nights.
I hope someday you will see how fucked up i actually am, so that you will realise you’re not alone.
And i hope you will also say to me this, for i can promise i can always say to you: