You smell like love, Maybelline. I love how you always check on me, and I love how you comfort me with your adorable affirmations that I've craved for so long. I don't know how to express how grateful I am to be your man. Thank you for making me feel wanted; I feel loved. Thank you, cantikku.

Sometimes you just need someone to hold you tight and whisper "it's going to be okay." Until you fall asleep.

I want to love, and I want to be loved.

I want long conversations about stupid things, and even longer conversations about important stuff that need to be talked about.

I want to feel respected, loved, needed, and wanted. I want to be understood and appreciated.