Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight tahun old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve tahun old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep sejak now.
(Y/N) was at home, on katil rest. Ella atau Robert could be born any hari now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight tahun old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve tahun old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep sejak now.
(Y/N) was at home, on katil rest. Ella atau Robert could be born any hari now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“What’s the prettiest thing about me?” anda ask your boyfriend.
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” anda roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. anda are you. Without certain things, anda wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t snort when anda laugh, anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t randomly burst into song, anda be you.
If anda weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, Cinta and adore.” He smiles as he kisses anda on the cheek.
“Really?” anda ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” anda roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. anda are you. Without certain things, anda wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t snort when anda laugh, anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t randomly burst into song, anda be you.
If anda weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, Cinta and adore.” He smiles as he kisses anda on the cheek.
“Really?” anda ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
yet ANOTHER poem...
i am just full of these
i would crawl a thousand miles for you
i would walk two thousand
i would run three thousand
i would embrace four thousand
i would do anything for you
i would jump off a cliff
i would run down a mountain
i would cari a thousand cities
i would use an upside down map
i would cry until i had no lebih tears
i would fight two hundred men
i would risk my own life
so, do anda see?
do anda now finally see?
i would do anything and everything
if it meant i could be with anda
i am just full of these
i would crawl a thousand miles for you
i would walk two thousand
i would run three thousand
i would embrace four thousand
i would do anything for you
i would jump off a cliff
i would run down a mountain
i would cari a thousand cities
i would use an upside down map
i would cry until i had no lebih tears
i would fight two hundred men
i would risk my own life
so, do anda see?
do anda now finally see?
i would do anything and everything
if it meant i could be with anda