As we sat down in the fields and watched the night sky, I couldn't help but think to myself. "Damn, I must be the luckiest person just by having her by my side." And I believe it like a fact in a book—what a privilege it is indeed to love you. What a privilege it is to love you. To be the one to memorize your usual order at your favorite café. To be the one who notices how your smile can light up a room. To be the one to witness firsthand your vulnerable sides. To be the one to understand you through your ups and downs. What a privilege it is to love you. To be the one who makes your day. The one you run to whenever you seek comfort. The one you'd also run to just to tell about your daily routine. What a privilege it is to love you. To be the one who holds you close every single night. And the only one who gets to whisper "I love you" while you sleep. What a privilege, indeed. To be the one you chose to grow old with. The one you chose to have a family with. I can't think of any other thing in the world I'd be privileged to. Serenity filled the atmosphere, yet this chaos fills my mind. I really am a mess when I'm around you, huh...? If this is the kind of love that this generation avoids, they don't really know what they're missing out on. - ms. kae ₊˚⊹ [11.10.25]