When you finally convinced your beloved one –who never believe in something like marriage– unknowingly, that you’re the one he ever want to spend the rest of his life with… what could be better than this?
Been in a relationship and failed to convince my dearly one to marry me… this video successfully burst me into tears everytime I watch it. Hahahaha.
Hati bicara, mata tak lagi terbuka, rasa mengalahkan logika.
Cinta?
Aku tak tau ini apa…
Pernahkah kau bertanya tentang rasa?
Jangan pernah…
Karena rasa tak butuh dipertanyakan.
Pernahkah kau bertanya tentang alasan?
Tak perlu…
Karena alasan tak pernah benar-benar dibutuhkan.
Aku hanya tau, ini adalah tentangmu…
Meski ini berarti apa, aku tak tau.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
I can’t believe it, you’re a dream comin’ true.
I can’t believe how I have fallen for you.
And I was not looking, was content to remain.
And it’s ironic to be back in the game.
You are the one who’s led me to the sun.
How could I know that I was lost without you…
And I want to tell you, you control my rain..
And you should know that you are life in my veins.
You are the one who’s led me to the sun.
How could I know that I was lost without you…
I can’t believe it, you’re a dream comin’ true.
I can’t believe how I have fallen for you.
And I was not looking, was content to remain.
And it’s erotic to be back in the game.
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And yes, I’m back in the game. A worth-living-for game 
Ada yang menumpukan kebahagiaannya pada kecemerlangan kariernya.
Ada yang menumpukan kebahagiaannya pada keberhasilannya menata & membina rumah tangga.
Ada yang menumpukan kebahagiaannya pada seulas senyum dan tawa riang orang papa yang berhasil dibantunya.
Ada yang kebahagiaannya bisa berasal dari mana saja…
Aku tak pernah bosan menulis ulang sajak rindu untukmu, cinta.
Dimana aku menemukan sosokmu nyata.
Dimana semua bayangan tertuang dalam imaji bahagia.
Aku tak pernah bosan memberitakan pada semua tentangmu, cinta.
Dimana aku menemukan hadirmu tak hanya sekedar citra.
Dimana gerimis senja menjadi pengantar cerita.
Aku tak pernah bosan merindukanmu, cinta.
Serupa kurindukan mentari pagi dan hangat sinarnya.
Serupa kurindukan aroma tanah basah selepas hujan menyentuhnya.
Aku merindukanmu, cinta.
Sangat…
Dimana kau…?
Pagi ini, kembali kupandangi dirimu. Seperti yang sudah-sudah. Kulempar senyum dan tatapan selamat pagi. Seperti biasa, begitu mataku terbuka dan tanganku kembali menggenggam telepon selularku. Setiap hari… Aku tersenyum dan menatap layar telepon selular itu penuh sayang.
“Kenapa tiba-tiba mengajakku kesini?” tanyaku penasaran.
“Anggap saja ini perayaan kecil…”
“Perayaan…?”
“Ya, merayakan dan mensyukuri satu tahun yang aku lewati bersamamu. Merayakan satu tahun hadirnya kamu di hidupku…”
Tuhan, aku cinta lelaki ini…
Telepon genggam di meja berbunyi. Suara merdu Michael Buble terdengar nyaring memenuhi ruangan.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It’s you, it’s you
You make me sing, you’re every line, you’re every word
You’re everything
I´ve got to find a place to hideaway
Far from the shadows of my mind
Sunlight and laughter, love ever after
For how I long to find a place to hideaway
I hear you whisper and I must obey,
Blindly follow where you´ll be
Knowing tomorrow brings only sorrow
Where can I go to find a place to hideaway
Bright colored pinwheels go round in my head
I run through the mist of the wine
The night and the music remind me instead
The world once was mine
I´ll save my pennies for a rainy day
But where can I buy another you?
Dreams are for sleeping
Love is for weeping
Oh, how I long to find a place to hideaway
– Carpenters –
