I wrote this poem or whatsoever you would call this on Mister’s 20th birthday (27th of September of 2011):
a story that last
A name my sister told me
A profile picture on Facebook account
An handshake in Padang restaurant
An eye that first met
A support from twitter
A night conversation on Yahoo Messenger
A phone number
A smile
An all day short-message-services
A late night call
An awkward first date
A laugh
A car with a typical good smelled
A story about present
A movies
A pair of eyes that see
A lunch
A poem
A story about past
A trust
A black wallet
A Bart Simpson shirt
A dolls and a mini basketball
A Christmas
A fireworks in different state
A nothing to do on a ‘love day’
A break and a comeback
A year
A guest room in my house
A sickness
A study for exam
A visit
A Toblerone chocolate
A dinner
A cold night
An ice that melt
A story about future
An everything-conversation
A smile for nothing
A laugh for smiling
A tears
A bad-face-and-hair-day
A lots of tissues full of snots
A hand that wipe
A beach to see
A sand to touch
A water to feel
A sun that warm
An heavy rain
A sushi which not we met
A plans to do
A last day on your 19th
And the last of this words,
A “happy birthday” to you….
From me to Mister, happy 24th birthday!
XOXO.
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