I know that meeting you and finally my heart loves you, all of that is not just a coincidence.

Starting from an accidental meeting, it turned into love.

I never thought I would meet you, because I never planned to meet you like now. You know that, at first we didn't know each other. We never saw each other. Until finally one day we met at a certain moment. Until who knows who started it, we finally get to know each other. We finally became friends.

Gradually we passed time by making friends. You and I were initially very reluctant to exchange greetings. Now, with just a little smile, we can joke and laugh with each other for quite a long time. Sometimes we forget, when did we actually start to get along? Since when do we think we don't hesitate to greet each other? In fact, we don't forget anymore, but we don't realize that over time we have become close through all the moments of togetherness that have passed.

Being with you for a long time as a friend meant that at first I didn't realize the comfort that was starting to grow in my heart. It's a comfort when I feel your presence. I didn't realize that slowly I was actually looking forward to your presence in my days. Until finally, I don't know when I started to feel lonely when there was no news from you. It feels like something is missing in my day if I don't have you. Since then I began to realize that I was starting to miss your figure to accompany my days. There has grown in my heart a feeling of longing that always hopes that you are there.

I also tried to understand what my heart felt. I feel comfortable when I have you around me. Always hope that I can linger when I'm with you. I don't even feel like I'm willing to part with you on one occasion. That was the seed of happiness that finally told me that I often smile to myself when I remember you. I feel happy when you are around, that's a feeling that I can't deny has happened to me.

Now jealousy sometimes creeps into my heart. When you see yourself, you actually look so close to other people. I feel like I want to ban you, but I don't have the right to ban you. So much so that I often pretend to smile in front of you by covering up my sadness which is burning with jealousy. I feel like I still want to hide my feelings for you. But on the other hand, I really hope that you know that I actually feel jealous. As if he doesn't want to see you too close to other people Now jealousy sometimes creeps into my heart. When you see yourself, you actually look so close to other people. I feel like I want to ban you, but I don't have the right to ban you. So much so that I often pretend to smile in front of you by covering up my sadness which is burning with jealousy. I feel like I still want to hide my feelings for you. But on the other hand, I really hope that you know that I actually feel jealous. As if he doesn't want to see you too close to other people.

Indeed, the feeling of love that is felt is difficult to fake. When I try to hide from your face when we are together, it feels like the smile that forms on my face seems to tell you that it is not an ordinary smile. When I answered your greetings, I said those few words as if to tell you without meaning to that I was so happy to have received greetings from you. Behind the look in my eyes, maybe it radiates something strange to interpret, there is happiness that I feel in it. In fact, maybe I often feel embarrassed when I'm so close to you. Not to mention the response back from me when you give me more attention than the others, as if that answers that you actually feel the same way as I do.

Everything that has happened between us makes me believe that all of this is not just a coincidence. Everything is in His plan. Two people who didn't know each other at first, then get to know each other. Two people who were never close at first, then develop a very close friendship. Two figures who were initially ordinary, then changed to feel happiness between their hearts. This is all part of God's gift, Allah has sprinkled beauty in this heart. That's love, maybe this is what many poets say that love is a gift.

"Love, I don't think there is perfect love if it doesn't become a soul mate." — kwai.