To the man in the future

To the man in the future

I may not know your name nor even the color of your eyes, the scents that captures your smell and even how genuine your smile. I may not see you when you were in front of me, or I may not notice you when you are just next to me. I may not be the girl you’ve been dreaming right now and you maybe not the boy that I wished to see now. I may not love the food that you loved to eat or you may not love how strong my coffee is. You may be asleep on late nights that I am still awake and maybe hate a girl who cries on horror movies. But someday, in God’s time, I will be that girl who will make you pissed, the girl who you’ll love to test your patience. The girl whom you will find interesting in movie nights or the girl who will love to pinch your nose just for you to wake up with a smile. I will be that self proclaimed chef in your kitchen and you will appreciate those foods that I cooked, even if you don’t like them. I will surely be that girl who will call at your office, just to say I love you and please keep your sight out to other women. I will be your nurse and your loving physician. And I would love to be the mother of your future children.

Butterflies are everywhere, I guess?

Butterflies are everywhere, I guess?

Butterflies are everywhere, I guess?

Seeing the man who makes me blush, preparing for a job exam or interview, or just simply introducing some opinions that I have,  gives butterflies in my stomach. The shivers, the fast heartbeats and the feeling of wanting to step back in my comfort zone, were like butterflies dance movements in my system.

I can’t say that I am an introvert neither extraverted, I am at my own neutral ground.  I love chit-chatting even with strangers yet I also love having alone moments with my books. I am always amaze on how people reacts and do their works. On how their face moves capturing every hidden emotions inside them. Yet, every actions I made most of the time, are like butterflies freely flying under the brightest rays of the sun. Boldly demure.

Butterflies are everywhere, I guess? It is when I unconsciously giggled upon hearing some sweet nothings.  When a whisper of “I love you/s and I missed you”  feels like a captivating song of the wind blows. And when innocence inside oneself, creates a extremely enchanting beauty and when a simple feeling of being loved, elevates the childish part inside everyone, who have it.  And that is why I can say that butterflies are everywhere, I guess.