You are the Ying to my Yang.

And I believe I met you for a reason.

I know they say that love visits for a season.

But I want you till the end.

I loved you before I knew it was love.

It was when being with you mattered the most.

And spending time with you brought bliss into my heart.

Little that I know, you’d complete my soul.

After the stupid fights and arguments I’m still drawn to you.

With the hurtful things we said to each other.

But I still want you.

It feels like already something above has decided that we belong with each other.

But with all the time in the world.

I still cannot tell.

How is being “together” is still just a word.

Not loving someone that you love hurts like hell.

I hope that my last days will be with you.

Cause I know that you’re the Ying To my Yang.

And I hope my grey hair days will be with you.

Cause I’m Barbie and I know that you’re my Ken.