Muhammad Izham

I may not be his first, his last, or his only. He’s cared about someone else before me, and possibly will again. But he cares for me now, and that’s all that matters. I don’t expect him to be perfect, because I know I’m flawed as well. And it’s true, he may not think of me every second of everyday, and I may not be the center of his universe, but he gave me a part of him, he knows I can break. So I won’t hurt him, or try to change him, and I won’t expect more than I know he can give. My only promise is that I will make him smile when he makes me happy, yell when he makes me mad, miss him when he’s not there, and love him like he’ll never break my heart.