La vie en rose

This is, like I’ve said, scary to write about something uncertain. But I guess I just can’t help it. Now I just need to pray silently none of my friends read this.

Amen.



So we're gonna talk about Mr. Swept me off my feet?

He is not, let me repeat, not handsome, at all. He isn’t coming from a well-off family either, you may not know but I am kind of a materialistic girl who usually fall for boys in cars. Compared to the best friend, or my other crushes, he is like nothing. But these facts are what drawn me closer to him, if he isn’t handsome, why the hell I like him? How the hell did he make me fall for him without cars or any other bling-blings?

He and I, we are two different people from two very different worlds.

I spent my first (at least) 13 years moving from one big city to another in Indonesia, I never really have childhood friends, my favorite toy had always been the computer and anything technology related.

He? He spent his entire childhood in his little town with his friends, playing kite and feeding cows. His email password is the last thing he would want to remember.

Growing up, I learnt, which later become a habit, to go to malls, beauty salon and some other places where I can spend my money on, and most of all, I am one who keeps my image good. I play nice to everyone, I was taught to and I found nothing wrong with that. I grew up with manners, things like barf, fart and even yawn aren’t supposed to do in public, not even to talk about it.

He, however, is a wild one. He’s an adventurer who had gone visiting one forest to another, discovering some more new caves or beaches, and play hide-and-seek with lions, or some other beasts. When he has nothing to do, he will go rafting. He farts everywhere, and do things as he wants. He rarely take a bath and when he does it will take forever.

See how worlds apart we are?

But I guess what they said is right, opposites attract.

p.s. rereading this, I suddenly realized how short this is. Guess I'm all too smitten to even write more ♥