Being Naked
My love, don’t you ever think that I don’t love you okay? I love you, though I rarely said it. I love the way your eyes get smaller whenever you laughs. I love the way you stare at me whenever I told you to make your hair messier. I love the way you take care of your nails. I swear to god, that was the most beautiful nails I have ever seen, baby. I love your joke that you probably be a nail model with those pretty nails.
I think you said ‘I love you’ to me much frequently than Inam. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t have the same amount of love as yours.
I love you baby. I hope we (being together) can make a better version of ourselves. Though I hate it when you said you were drunk.
I want you to look for your own health. I felt so worry whenever you told me you were sick, or you headache felt like it was killing you, or when you said you were so tired. I can see it in your eyes that you were so tired and sleepy, I feel like you should sleep instead of calling me.
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But I miss you when your didn’t call me.
Baby, promise me you will take care of yourself okay?
Just this morning, when I was riding my bike to the office, I thought about the death of my sister and my mom. My sister died when she was 37, and my mom 42. It made me wonder whether I am gonna outlive them or not. And if i wouldn’t, how will you know if I am already gone? Who would tell you?
I also think that I’m a loser too. Cause I’m so afraid to even try things that have been my dreams for so long. I think I am a loser babe, why would you love a loser like me?
Sby, 03 Sept 2026
Office, 01.11 pm
