iskandar's

it's funny how love could have so many translations that only the ones whose living it could tell, and her love language speaks in different ways. like when your feet accidentally hit mine when we're sitting face to face. or when you always brings your powerbank because of the thought that my phone would ran out of battery. i love the way we speaks each other's feelings towards so many things we do everyday. and that's how a language created. our language that evolves in so many things that only both of us could understand. i fond of you, ran.