On In Love and Not Being Able to Write Pretty Words

I definitely can’t write music. I’m a comedy writer, therefore I’m not even good with words for these kind of things.

So, I’m gonna make this ultra-simple,
the most primitive form of telling how I feel: “I love you”.

And I love being with you!

I love your giggle,

your silly grin,

your energetic story-telling (with your hands waving aroud), 

your sharp bitchiness. 

I love our awkwardness when our hands meet,

and the fact we act it cool.

Oh and I love the way you walk, 

the way you dance, 

the way you sing (god, the way you sing make angels sound like Doraemon!) 

and how you apply your personality in a paste.

I love the look in your eyes when you showed me those MJ videos, Bruce Lee interviews, those reflective eyes, longing for perfection, filled with deep thoughts and ambitions. 

The ambitions that I share. 

The way of thinking that I understand. 

The unconventional person, you are. 

You are the odd-shaped jigsaw puzzle that I’m looking to fit. 

And you completed me.

-Raditya Dika-