20/03/2023
In another life, I want it to be you. I want to move furnitures with you; pay bills, do groceries, manage finances, work, earn, and invest on something permanent with you. I want to dance on midnight in an acapella with you. Go to church on Sundays with you, donate to charities with you.
I want to watch every sunset and sunrise with you. Every rain, every storm, or even the sky is plain and gray and neutral. I want to grow potatoes with you, give them names and talk to them as if they could understand. I want to have your mashed potato everyday like a maintenance medicine. I want to sit by the kitchen and cook for you. I want to hear you brag about the things you can do. I want to listen to you talking about everything you love for the rest of my life. I want to hear you out when the world keeps testing you. I want to make you a hangover soup and massage your back when you had too much from work. I want to be there on days where you aren’t lovable—especially on days where you aren’t lovable. I want to be the one that pops up in your mind when you feel like running be it to or away. I want to be the one you think of in a busy afternoon rush—the one you walk home with, the one you come home to.
In another life, I want your voice to be the first thing I’d hear everyday.
In another life, I want to spend it with you.
In another life, I want you to be mine.
But in this life, I just want you to be happy.
—Aikah Lilang
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