Trust me. I’m more disappointed in myself than I am in you. State of our nation is quite unsettling, but the only thing occupying my heart is you. Not her.
It’s rather peculiar. This thing called being in love. Or its novel idea.
I’ll wait until you needed me again.
To hear the words I love you and sayang by that seductive voice of yours. Making me quiver with excitement, wet from anticipation, and hard with imagined pleasure.
Until then. I shall wait until you need me again.
That’s the only way you know how to love.