You looked beautiful today, I couldn't get the words out. You seem have a pair of eye bags now, I wish you still have times for a good rest. It's gonna be bad to make those clear eyes decorated with a pair of black eye bags. But on second thought, You would always look beautiful no matter what.
I love hearing you laugh, hearing you telling me things because I've been trying to make you tell me about yourself and your days in these couple of months; you didn't budge. It was all just, "Yeah, everything's good", "Nah, my supervisor is a little bit like dick" or something. But, now I understand, you're more comfortable to talk directly than to type all of those craps in a virtual chat. You're like the opposite of me, and I like that.
It's been roughly three months since I knew you and I still have no further information of what you are, what you like and do you actually have the same feeling as me. I'm not going to rush it, though, you just recently broke up; let's use the time for you to heal. I hope there's no other man who's waiting on you that I don't know, I hope you can just kindly tell me if there is.
Tomorrow is our first payday, congratulations for us on that! I hope you get what you need, work hard and rest well; let's have a little play time together if you want. It's a little bit ironic coming from my mouth, but; the past is nothing but memories and lessons, cherish the present so you could live well and long enough for the future.
And, happy birthday. You're getting older now and so am I. There are so many things we must put on our shoulders, and it will not ease up anytime soon; so, boss up! Get your dreams, needs and everything you love. I'm also working on my things and pasts, for you. Yes, for you.
Live well.
27 April 2021. Pasha Fatahillah.
Pic Cr: Alexandru Zdrobău
