I feel comfortable when my work is done. I can sleep really well when I achieve. I find happiness in my success. And yes, before I finish all my work, I don’t feel comfortable. If I haven’t achieved what I want, I cannot sleep.

I only feel happy when I value a project as a successful one. I was that kind of guy before I met you. After you, suddenly the music that you like comforts me. I sleep well every night just knowing that you’re okay, even if I haven’t achieved the paintings I desire.

Strangely, I am happy when you are happy. And I feel miserable when you’re broken. You barely show it, but I know. I just can see how your heart feels. You said you’re happy and your pretty boyfriend—now the ex—was so devoted to loving you.

It’s not a lie or presumption. In fact, it was empirically right. And God, I know you loved him too. However, it’s not the love that fits you. You deserve a different kind of affection—I will elaborate on this one later. So I decided to wait.

I don’t mind waiting because it keeps you close to me. I don’t mind seeing your eyes gleaming for anyone else. Fun fact, I used to hear people state that looking at my eyes got them distracted easily. The first time I can relate to them is when I got a chance to look at yours.

Back to the story, you finally broke him up. It was my this-is-it moment. I knew you would get exhausted one day. When I said that love doesn’t fit you, it was what I meant. I didn’t care if you kept adoring him by heart, or even waited for a day when you came back to each other.

I let you feel that way and I will still wait patiently until you realise, his love doesn’t fit you. Then you decided to be a Lancaster wanna-be. Really, Yvonne? In a sea of insane decisions, you chose to be your ex-boyfriend’s mother?

I didn’t see it coming and I almost impatiently tell you what you’re supposed to do. But I knew you didn’t respect a dictation. You’re not the kind of woman who would cordially accept my suggestion for your love life. So then, again, I decided to wait.

Because I knew one day you would realise how careless you were at that time and that’s alright. One had to make a mistake in order not to do it again. I guess, finally, this is the day. Now, listen to me. Please, just stop.

Not that I’m tired of waiting. Actually, I’m not sure if I have waited for you enough. How long must one wait to be considered as waiting? Just tell me if you know the answer. But that’s not the reason why I ask you to stop.

I just can’t bear the scene of you trying too hard to achieve something that I can give you effortlessly. What are you thriving in exactly? Is it affection, obedience, or devotion?

I am that guy. That’s the love that fits you. If you think otherwise, it’s fine, I will wait for you like what I’ve been doing all this time. Will you accept my deduction, Yvonne?

Yvonne is that woman you can never control. She will never obey you. Not even me. She doesn’t need anyone. Whilst I am that man who needs to be in control. I’ll make sure ones obey me. I need everyone to do exactly what I demand.

Yvonne and I are not the match made in heaven. We are the controller, the commander, and the debater. Yet I see her as the woman I want to marry. No one has ever made me feel this way. She is the woman I want to have kids with.

And at the end of the day, drifting into a slumber while feeling her breath in my embrace is the only thing I aim to. Even though we still fight a lot and both of us do not obey each other.

Mia Thermopolis is attached to the bed, eyes staring at empty air, unalive. She’s pale—almost gray. In fact, gray is probably the only colour on her face. But she gleams.

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