I feel my best when I’m with you,
when you look out for a size bigger when I can’t possibly dash out of the fitting room just like that;
when you squeeze me few more drops of chilli sauce when my platter runs dry;
when I look at how much the groceries cost and you tell me that they’re gonna help us whip up a gastranomic palate.
I feel very eased when I’m with you,
when you lean on my shoulder even if it means a cramp after the movie ends;
when we eat a simple dish of nasi goreng and it feels like heaven-sent to us;
when we can open our own Parliament debate amongst the coziness of coffee clubs.
I feel grounded when I’m with you,
when you nag at me and crush my wildest fantasies which I don’t prolly need;
when you hold my hand through provoking thought-thinking processes;
when you let me realize that I’m just a nobody who became somebody when you bring me into your life.
How do I live without you?
