May I Become Mrs. Insa, God ?

Weekend Notes 

Do you know, I love Saturdays and Sundays. Because this is only in the two days I was free to reach him, to spend my time without being bored lying in bed and listening to his voice.
I am the true sanguinis is willing to exchange the habit with a day in the room that he asked me to rest. When I used to complain that my insomnia relapse, then heard his voice all night till dawn, I will not mind.

I wonder what my feelings to his name, calling it love it feels too fast. But I do care about him. I'm worried about him.

But I'm afraid, afraid not good enough for him. He is so enchanting, behavior, intelligence, everything.

Six years ago and I still hope to be his wife.

May I... ?

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November 2013