Softer pose. Same heart. Still my favorite.
since 01 · 01 · 2020
My forever, my soft place
If love had a home, it would look like the quiet way you stay with me.
Thank you
For walking this far with me.
Since January 1, 2020, you have stayed. This little surprise is just my way of saying thank you.
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thank you for staying for every quiet day beside me I am glad it is you
thank you for staying for every quiet day beside me I am glad it is you
thank you for staying for every quiet day beside me I am glad it is you
thank you for staying for every quiet day beside me I am glad it is you
thank you for staying for every quiet day beside me I am glad it is you
thank you for staying for every quiet day beside me I am glad it is you
Dear Nurul Shiami Destianti Putri
Thank you for staying with me.
I still remember how simple the beginning felt. I did not know then how much I would grow to need your laugh, your patience, or how easy it would feel to come home to you.
Through the loud days and the quiet ones, you stayed. Thank you for being soft with me when I was hard to hold, and for choosing us even when it was not easy.
These years with you have made ordinary life feel warmer. Your hand in mine, your teasing, your silence, all of it became the place I feel safest.
This page is a small surprise for you. While this song plays, I hope you feel how deeply glad I am that the person beside me, all this time, has been you.
Always, Arif.
Sing with me
Thank You 4 Lovin' Me
Our gallery
Days we kept.
Your laugh lit up the whole dark room.
Six little frames of us being us.
Your head on my shoulder. Perfect weight.
Those cheeks. That smile. That moment.
Iced drink, playful eyes, my favorite view.
Ramen steam and you across the table.
Too close, too happy, just right.
Close faces. Soft night. One bright light.
Indoor light and that little thumbs up.
Hoodie up. Phone out. Yes, we were fighting.
Another quiet piece of us.
Softer pose. Same heart. Still my favorite.
Your laugh lit up the whole dark room.
Six little frames of us being us.
Your head on my shoulder. Perfect weight.
Those cheeks. That smile. That moment.
Iced drink, playful eyes, my favorite view.
Ramen steam and you across the table.
Too close, too happy, just right.
Close faces. Soft night. One bright light.
Indoor light and that little thumbs up.
Hoodie up. Phone out. Yes, we were fighting.
Another quiet piece of us.
This booth always finds the silly in us.
Standing next to you felt like home.
Water around us. World on pause.
Cafe light on you. Soft as always.
Under the lamps, you looked like peace.
Burger date. Your thumbs up still wins.
You walked ahead and the night followed.
Chin in hand. A night that slowed down.
The night you made me laugh too hard.
Someone drew me. You kept the proof.
Pieces of one night we both remember.
A little moving piece of us.
This booth always finds the silly in us.
Standing next to you felt like home.
Water around us. World on pause.
Cafe light on you. Soft as always.
Under the lamps, you looked like peace.
Burger date. Your thumbs up still wins.
You walked ahead and the night followed.
Chin in hand. A night that slowed down.
The night you made me laugh too hard.
Someone drew me. You kept the proof.
Pieces of one night we both remember.
A little moving piece of us.