annabel.

we have so many difference that could be seen with naked eyes. they always talk about us behind our backs. about bad things, about good things. we wouldn't know. it hurts to know. but one thing we did know is that they are wondering. why, oh why? why did i love you? and then i turn around to them, and smiled.


"annabel, to tell you the truth, i don't even know why i love you. but i really do. deep in my heart. i really do love you. i just do. you complete me in every way. giving me supports in anything that i do. it's just, wonderful. and amazing. in how you restored my self-esteem back in just a second or two. a miracle, i suppose, the right word to describe you. yes dear. you are my miracle. and i love you. sincere from the bottom of my heart."



and then they began to smile. satisfied with my answer, i presume. i want to let them see. i want them to hear. i want them to know. what this love feels like.


- fazrin.