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Monday, July 08, 2013 ♥21:52
A midst a crowd filled with humans trying to squeezed through to get to places, he reached out his hands searching for mine. I reached back out to grab his hand, as he gave it a little squeeze and lead me out of the suffocating crowd. There you have it. Someone who is proud of me.
I'm messed up, full of scars, broken and always fighting back those tears. But when he looked at me, for that moment, i felt like I'm almost perfect once again. and with a simple smile and a kiss on the forehead, he fixed me back again.
He still choose to look through those flaws as he wipe my tears away with an aching heart. I cry for every possible reason when I've held on for too long. My mind forever going in circles always around my insecurities, my past, th people in my life who come and go and the impossible what-ifs. He'll still show me off to the world, that I'm his girl and thats that.
I see my girlfriends being proud of their boyfriend serving th National Service, having to witness their Passing out parade, that swelling pride they have in them as they watch their men march into th parade. I never had a chance to witness my man in that green army uniform.
Or even, when he receives his diploma. I did not get to see his graduation. I've never had a chance to have that pride in me that swells as i watch my man walked up that stage as he graduate.
I met him later in his life; where th highlights of his youth that once shone th brightest slowly dimming out.
But nothing is ever going to stop me from being proud from th fact I am his. The reason behind that smile on his face as he reads my cheesy text messages. Or the reason he gets all tingly and excited when we're going out on a date after not seeing each other for days. Or the reason behind his happiness. Or the person who he'll think of th first thing in the morning and th last person he hears before his sleep.
I'm proud being his girlfriend.
That shy but perfectly epic funny boy. That boy who's always in his own world but is th most lovely boyfriend and girl could ever ask for. The boy who always gives his honest opinions but compliments you when you're at your best.
He's mine.
Still, it's amazing how even in my dreams he's always so close to me, wiping away my tears, stroking my hair comforting me and hugging me ever so tightly as i cry my nights away.
And I'm proud to have him.
