A very happy birthday to the man I once loved; my biggest enemy, my heart that could never hoped to last, the one who taught me the most in being strong by being hatred, the one who taught me the most in forgiving and facing a nightmare-past. Since I always used birthday as a moment to remember things back then till now, here I'd love to write something short about this person.
He was the one who made me giggled for almost an hour for he was wearing this kind of shirt to the class. We haven't known each other that time, but that was the very first second I noticed that there was such a man with 'unique test' - but yet - so smart and mysterious.
I can't remember whether he loved coffee or not, but I certainly did. As long as I remember, we used to spend some hours out to have coffee or some other things. Just to chit-chat on things. Or having a laugh.
I always keep it in mind when he played a guitar right next to me. Full stop. I don't want to talk more about this. :)
He also plays violin. If he can also play piano, I don't know what else to say. I just looove those instruments.
Once or twice - yeah, twice - we went to a beach and spent the night over. Don't ask me about the chill, it was quite freezing but I just couldn't care enough about that. I mean, what else do you wish for when you have all the beautiful view right on your face, with the one whom you love right beside you?
He also loves cats - which I hated and feared the most. He adores purple. He is so that 'The Beatles' and 'The Strokes' fan. I hated almost every single thing he loved though I began to liked them later. We never made it together.
Happy birthday, Lad. You're a wonderful nightmare. A precious gift. ^^
