i used to be one of those whatever people too, i didn’t believe what real love is. i used to say habitually that i want to love. but i found myself, the whole new myself; i’m confused too, which one is really me. i met you and did realize that i’m a book. or did you turn the page? damn. anyways i want to be the best woman for you. it’s probably natural because you are my world itself. i would become what you want, god, i swore to myself; i can be a fake self as long as you embrace me. you are my beginning and the end itself. will you ever finish me? maybe you are my truth and the lie, maybe i’m your love and hate, maybe i’m your enemy and friend; your heaven and hell, sometimes pride and suffering. your laughter and happiness decide my own happiness. do i deserve to be loved by you when i’m this way? i always try my best to be the best for you; i hope that you don’t know this side of me. because of your presence, the night finds new meaning and shines bright; i know now that when even when the darkness ends you are my morning. you woke me up.