are the guy next door of mine
are the one who can make me smile, even when I really want to cry
can make me feel safe and have faith
make me feel dumb and genius at the same time, how come?
love to gaze while you do the “Handy-Manny” thing
believe that spending one hour with you can boost my mood for a week
cannot resist from smiling when your name across in my mind
assured that we are the best partner ever
Unfortunately, “we” were never exist.
It just me. With my wishful thinking.