To you,
Whom I will never be sure to read this.
Because somehow,
It seemed too private.
I had a feeling,
That this,
Our engagement period will be a patience-testing one.
I was never a patient person.
I hope Allah can be more forgiving in this quest for us.
Dear you,
I have never found someone like you.
Someone who could match my soul,
Yet has his own personality.
Someone who knows what he wants,
Who I am sure, In syaa Allah,
Will be able to soothe my raging waves,
Who will be able to pull me from the blistering darkness,
Who could teach me to love again.
I am not a good person.
Because I was so used to being the superior to those who were infatuated by me.
It felt wrong,
But I couldn't help it.
I knew it was wrong.
But you're different.
You're your own person.
I couldn't read you,
It still feels like I'm in the first chapter,
And everything is still so overwhelming.
You who is sui generis in any way possible.
Who is so similar,
Yet so different.
Who tries everything,
Without even trying.
Who just...
Clicked.
It will be a long journey before our new book is published.
The epilogue of our single lives.
There will be hurdles,
And sometimes I will be unbearable,
But I will love you,
If you love me for me.
Truly yours.
