About A Lover

Give me a definition of a lover.

You don't have to be the loveliest couple to be a lover. You don't have to do lovely things to the lovely one to be a lover. You are a lover when you have something to fall in love with.

You love the curves that made by his lips in every single moment he smiles.

You love the way she spruces her hair even you know that she will messes it up again.

You love the smell of the land just after the rain.

You love the melting cheese piled up with smoke beef in an extremely jumbo size of pizzas.

You love the way people show their attitude by queueing in a line of ticket counter.

And you simply love the absence of your math teacher.

Love could be made by a connection between things, boys and girls, human and pets, lion and lioness, human and comics, human and photography, human and alien, etc.

Definition of love will never came into a universal agreement. It depends on how you want it to happen.

But let's make this easier by a sketch of a couple. The most vulnerable thing to expect in the meaning of a lover.

That thing between a man and his woman. Or a woman and her man. It has been a well-known issue since long ago even before the triceratops evolved into rhinoceroses. And it will always be, even until the robots take over the world.

I'm not an expert (and still don't have any idea why i should be), just another human being who try to capture the definition of a lover by a sketch.

(Well, there's something wrong in my internet connection so maybe i'll post the sketch later. Really sorry for the inconvenience)

That first thing appeared on my absurd-mind is a morning cackle. A chummy and cozy simple talk between two lovers.

She won't complains at your seedy-hair and he didn't even had time for looking at your newbie acnes  because both of you are in an extremely random chit chat, arguing why does the scientists hold back their willing for reviving tyrannosaurus rex from their bone marrow just to see how does they survive with two-tiny hands when attacking their preys.

Yes, she will gives you a cup of milk in a cute cup pattern (because you don't like tea and she refused to give you coffee) and placed it on the bed so your chat won't be bothered if one of you are craving for drink, and when you became too excited in describing the beauty of Raja Ampat, nudged the glasses, and messed the entire bed cover, the other will only smile at you. Then both of you will starting to laugh at it.

That day, no one will remember to make up the bed-because both of you won't leave it that soon-and continue discussing what will happen if spacecraft crews using NOS and anti aging and aliens are not that scary to talking with.

Reality isn't always that great. She may be complaining your smelly t-shirt and he may be mad because of the messed bed cover or anything,

But when your time is come, make sure that you choose The Right Creature to be involved in your awesome morning talk :)

Have a great great morning, organisms!