grew up with you-grow old with you.

In the name of Allah my love, the Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Wait a sec right there! Did I just say 'love'? Whoa..it's been long since I talk about 'love' right...or was it? Well, there will never be 'enough said' when it comes to love. It's just that for now, I'm keeping everything to myself, and him, I guess. Plus, everyone will get bored when I start talking about love. But today, I was just wondering, will he talk less and less to me as we grow older later, will he get bored with my voice over the years, will he get sick of my presence after a long time? I'm scared. Well, I know if my father reads this, he would say how pathetic I am, and how ridiculous I can be. I know, I know, even if he reads this, he might even think so too. But you know, girls and their thoughts...and I'm no exception. But then, I think again, longer, will he never get tired of having me around instead, will he actually be addicted to my lectures and all my babbling, will he never get enough of me instead, will he be looking forward to look after me when I get old instead, will he be loving the smell of 'old woman' on me later on instead, will he still love me as much, or even more, when my head is full of grey hair? And I smiled. I miss you. 

Ouh yes, that's all I wanted to say :) 
Just the last three words actually.