she’s always adjusting to what she feels about people.
she’s always trying to read the room, wherever she is,
not making her feelings and emotions her priority.
she’s good at making other people happy, listened to, cared for, and boosting their egos,
while forgetting herself in the process.
but she’s feeling that that will end now, quite.
she met someone,
that for the first time in her life, she completely,
wholly, absolutely, perfectly felt that she’s…
…a priority.
that she’s not alone.
that whatever she’s facing or about to face, she knows he’ll be there no matter what.
and it’s still unbelievable that there’s someone who’s as patient as him to wait for her,
to love her,
to understand her,
to care for her,
even when she’s the most complicated, unhealed, ill-tempered, capricious, and stubborn person that he’ll ever meet.

"He was never the type of a patient man.
He always gets annoyed whenever something goes wrong
Abruptly, as if he didn't plan well enough.
He was the type of guy who will immediately give up
To the thing he knows he can handle by tomorrow.
He was someone that is somehow slightly feared by anyone
Judging from the cold stares he had given to others
Whenever their opinion doesn't match with his principles.
He was the type of man that was logical enough to weigh things before acting on his own will.

Until he met this woman.

She was the opposite of him.
A tragic combination of mood swings, capricious traits, and a train of overflowing emotions.
Her temper change so quickly that it would be a disgrace to match it up with a horse running full speed.
She always seeks for attention and assurance as if talking 24 hours a day isn't enough.
She... She's a disaster and storm in one.

Though there is a thing that they are similar on,
She is also not the type of a patient woman.

Later that night, she thought to herself,
"Am I that hard of a person to understand?"
"Am I that hard to love, that even my family is so conscious of their acts towards me?"
"Am I that complicated?"

Until she met him.

He suddenly became so patient, not everyone could ever expect it to happen.
She was inspired by the patience he gave, that her unpredictable emotions gradually became stable, little by little,
As if being logical was something she's born with.
He carefully tried to understand every word she spouts, every mood she acts, and every situation she is under, just to let her know that he is always there.
She also became stronger, voicing out her feelings to the world, and realizing that no one would really understand her if she doesn't speak up.
He became so soft as a bunny, that his wolf-state back then went so far away,
So far away, a naked eye can't even see.
She calmed herself down.
He lowered his guard down.
But only just for her.

Another night has passed, and she thought to herself again,
"I won't ask how but,"
"No one could handle myself, like how he handles me."

Still curious, she said to herself,
"That's a first, I dare say,"
"And that's enough.""

There are many cases that we met the ones we’re destined to, right person in wrong timing.
But is it really wrong timing?
We met, for the reason that we are to meet someday.
We met, for there is no other time than ‘right now’ and ‘at this moment.’
We met, since we’re living in this world full of lies and deception, that it would take time to know who is who.
We met, to prepare ourselves for something so grand, so magical, that God knows we’re not ready yet.
Wait, maybe that’s the right term.
Not wrong timing, but we’re not just ready.
We’re not ready, but time will tell.
We met, unprepared. And we meet again, still unprepared but now carrying one’s soul.
Bond grew tighter, as if connected ever since born.
We met, to know each other. And we meet again, to stay.
I love you.