It was the night I decided to spent money more on a fancy dining I’ve never been before,
for a girl I just met 2 months ago on Tinder.
I thought it was just another Tinder meeting.
But at that night I felt so weak looking at her eyes in that bustling restaurant.
It was the first time I knew, all the nights I felt weak, hopeless, and alone before,
would be spent with someone,
who feels the same way as I am,
embrace them as her hands holding mine.
It was her,
that I see me.
It was her,
that I need the most.
It was her,
that cried when I said the words on our wedding day.
It is her,
with all her beautiful flaws,
that I love and pray for.
A Peculiar Mind 