What My Brain Says About Maturity

This day.. You find that you have to be mature, but how? Maturity is not depends on how old you are, but how you face your problem, the way you think, and what your priority.

I feel lucky to have you as my rock, you made my sanity showed without kill my insane side. We all made mistake, and by the way.. the best way to live is by say sorry, not pretend that nothing happened. Start to live with other perspective, cause your not alone. One day you'll need them.

I used to think love is all about boy and girl, grow up together, watch a movie, dinner, roses, pet names and all the romantic/cheesy things. I've felt all that and guess what? Not so special! Everything is done by another human being, another couple.

Actually, I want something more original. But well, lets face it! There's nothing so original anymore. Now I see love is more than an understanding ground, an unspoken agreement between two person, a care giver, a body to lean on, a mouth to told you the truth, an eye to make you see, and a hand to guide you.

I'm growing up still, I didnt know what I see now is the right thing in ten years from now. But I'll try.. In my hardest and bestest way to keep you, to gave myself drown on your guide, to see the beauty you want me to see, to believe what you make me believe, to lean on you when 'the van' hit, to help me be better person u want me to be, the better lover you'll love more, the better wife you crave so, the better mother to your best child and the better partner for the long age u've given..

Another gate has open, another step must taken. The gate that have so many doors that'll lead you to the place you crave so much. The step that will flatter even stumble to praise what will you become. Another choice need to be made, another risks need to be faced. Oh life.. This is not even a half of what I have to face next, but so much energy you already take. No sleep could recharge what was lost, no hands could bring you back to the save place anymore. The sleep, the hands.. they're going to be something unrecognizable. Something you fear the most, something you should crave the most. No longer sleep needed, only the memory of the dream we will hold. No longer visible hands we granted, but the invisible one that awaited.