Lucky

What did I do to deserve you?

A question I often ask myself every time I am with you.

People would call you a closed book, barely shared anything with anyone. I guess I was one of the few who knows the real you, what you adore, your pet peeves, and what makes you tick. At the end of the day, I get to be the person who you talk to about how it went, good or bad.

Can’t blame them being envious, you’re hella cute too.

My good deeds would not be enough to bless me.

I’m simply lucky.