A Sense of Completion

I've got somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

That verse of Hillary Duff's What Dreams Are Made Of is supposed to be perfect to be my birthday theme song. Because it happens to me.

I was just celebrating my 16th 26th birthday. At this age, I nearly have everything a girl could dream of, if I couldn't say 'I do have'. 

I have an amazing supportive family. I have real friends I can hold on to. I have a job I've always dreamed to work. I have adorable bright coworkers. I have been some steps ahead of becoming a lawyer, with a little precious help from a lover that I love who loves me properly. 

I don't need any birthday presents. I already have my life as one. Doesn't mean I will reject the given ones, though. LOL.

I blew candles for 4 times since I got 4 cakes. 

Oh and since I'm so very happy, I finally wrote a new poem. Honestly, this is the final part of the trilogy started with The Awkward Trial, then Focus, and it ends with this Imprisoned in Completion. Yes, I have written 2 poems about my journey to wrap him, my current boyfriend, but I did not admit it since I was not sure about the end. LOL. 

Well, I don't really like this one, though. My most favorite is still The Awkward Trial. But please check it out, and say whether you love or hate it.

I watched you there hanging around

Looking at me like I'm a victim you found

Made my heart beat in uncountable amount

I knew you worth more than to be a rebound

You are undoubtedly sentenced for a crime

For stealing all my love when I resisted

You will be jailed for an unlimited time

Imprisoned from now forever in my heart

At the night that I investigated you

You just simply told me 'I love you'

No witnesses to prove that it was true

I was left with no choice but saying 'Me too'

The file of my life is finally completed

It is ready to be sumbitted to the court

Your status is not anymore a suspect

A prisoner instead, trapped in my world

Side by side we walk to completion

This mutual feeling would be wholly accepted

We might not be something like perfection

But who cares since our souls are bonded

It is now proved that you're all I need

Verdict issued, I'm what you waited

For being in love, we both are punished

As the pleasure we know won't be vanished