Man of my dream

The man of my dream is the man who I love the most, and love me the most. 

His smile is my sunlight, He might not that charming, but his the best for me.

The love we build since we’re child is always getting bigger everytime I looked to his eye.

He hold my hand tight, take his breathe and smile, the brightest smile I ever see.

The first time I met him, I know he love me, he stare at me all day with that pretty eye, my favorite brown eyes. But I don’t care, I don’t like him, I have no reason to like him.

The man of my dream is the one who wear shirt and shoes at our first date, and tell me he want to see me without those make up. 

So we set up another date, an unusual date, we do sport, Tshirt and shorts ,a single ponytail, and without make up, 

but he tell me, ‘you always be better off this way’ with those lovely smile.

I love him, in everyway he did I love him, 

he ever did disappoint me, once, twice but I don’t care, cause I did too. 

I make a stupid mistakes, not once , even when I know that I was wrong, I did it again, I let him down, but he’s not give up on me.

He really is the man of my dream, the man who I really want to reach, the man who has anything and everything I need. The man who should stand right beside me through thick and thin, better or worse.

And now I opened my eyes, I see a man with a smile, hugging me gently and saying “good morning, darling.” And I smile too. But then I realize his not the man of my dream.

Because the man of my dream, disappear when I wake up.