If I count on my blessings, I count on you twice.

We never planned to fall in love, because we just fall, accidentally.
Well, in my case, the definition of accidentally fall was, ambiguous,which could be translated into literally accidentally falling. Hahaha

So, I still remembered what happened on this day, last year. I fall, literally, from motorcycle. It's the first time I got accident on the road directly, and I watched every second of it.

At that time, I got shocked, in addition because I felt pain in my right arm and it cant be moved freely. And I confused, who's the one I could contacted to help me and picked me up? I couldnt contacted my mom since she will gets panicked. Then I tried my best to stay calmed and hold my tears alone.

In the middle of the time when the motorcycle driver drove me to the bone massage, I finally contacted him. And randomly asked whether he could picked me up. With a simple call that I only asked: could you pick me up in the bone massage place?; and when he asked who's got accident?; and then I finally said: I did.

After slightly silence moment, he said he'll come. And he did. And wondering why I quite felt afraid and intimidated when he came and just standing silently watching me. *his flat face is intimidating enough indeed. Hahahaha

And for the first time after years, I cried, on the back of man shoulder. Dropping all my ego and pride. It's an aftershocks and somehow I just felt safe and relieved because he's there. He drove me to Emergency room, and taking care everything of me from the registration to hold my bag, even paid for my x-ray. *which, I just realized it on the next day=_="

At that time, I thought that it feels nice to have someone who is strong enough when you cannot be strong. Who is strong enough for you to hold on. I'm the type of person who will always be there for my friends and people whom mean a lot to me. But mostly, it's not equivalent.

So I always tried to be strong enough for my ownself and never get too attached with people nor let myself to relied on them. Since from my past experiences, they will leave, soon or later. And you only can rely on yourself to save you.

But then there's him. And eventhough I hardly could trust him and keep questioning him (since for years I know and always thought how jerk he's. Hahaha), it's the moment that I finally see, the other side of him. The moment when I suddenly found his initial keychain on the back of my bag, was the moment when I finally let my wall to finally fall, and I opened myself trying to trust him. Within the past and future problems to overcome.

He's the one who I never see coming.
And this is the love that keeps knocking on my door regardless of how long it takes me to answer.