I would never in a million years imagine taking evening bike rides through the city, watching the sun set, feeling the evening breeze.
His effort made everything possible.
Feeling the fresh morning air and the buzzing traffic, the cold night or the sharp rain drops that are trying to cut into your skin every time it hits you.
Singing our lungs out on long rides and falling asleep on his shoulder during my lazy mornings.
Sometimes when the road is really clear even pull my hand from behind and let me twist the hand grip to feel the speed.
Hugging him so tight from behind, and him kissing my hands when we were about to reach home.
I love our bike rides.
His effort made everything happen.
His effort made me happy.
His effort to make me happy.
All he wants is to be happy with me.
Simple things. Simple happiness.
Even it's just a bike ride, but I appreciate and I am happy, and i don't think anyone else in this whole entire world, (expect my family of course) will take responsibility of my happiness but he, he made it like my happiness is his ultimate goal, his mission.
From the past months, a lot have changed.
Every single effort counts.
Positive changes and so, I hope this year will be better than last year.
No, this year is definitely going to be better than last year.
-still, simple happiness-
