How it should be

And with the the passing days, I feel that you love me a little bit more. That's enough. I don't need much. Slowly with time, let us see where we will be. Because I know from the beginning what I am feeling, so now I hope yours is not fading. It is weird how it is written. The story of us. Of you. Of me. The entangled rope that will lead to two ends. One end is to be together and one end is to be away from each other.

And I am still uncertain of what you will be deciding. I wish that small love you have will grow. So that you will never want to see me go. But it's still early. Go venture the world around you. Find the thing that will suit you more, the people you can work with, a woman you would share half of your life with. I wouldn't stop you, I wouldn't hold you back. I would help you to push yourself further, to be braver. I'd be here for now to watch you succeed, to see you try. Because I know you can, because I see that man in you.

And when in the end you are tired, come to me. I'd be your relief, I'd be your laughter. And I know you would do the same for me after. And if you feel that I am the girl that would bring you happiness even for few decades to come, just come and take my hand. I'd be ready. And if I'm not, just tell me and I would leave. I'd be ready.

But for the few years we still have each other in our study years, I am just suggesting. How about figuring out the answers to all our questions about each other, and about everything around us? The issues and the solutions. So that when it's finally time for me to go, we would know, just what to be done about us, and about our life. But for now, as long as I can remember, no one can suit me better than you do. And correct me if I'm wrong. But I guess so does me to you. No one suits you better than I do. Not yet. At least.