I know now how it's like to be wrong but feels so right
It's you

The way you put your arms on my shoulder
When you said things will be alright

Or when you teased me
And can't hide that cheeky smile of yours

I still remember the first time we talked
Or the first time I decided that you were cool

When you complained because I texted you at 11 PM
And you always bring it up when you need something against me

That one day when you pretended being mad at me
I thought it was for real

That night I knew my heart broke
And I almost cried on the way home

But yesterday you told me that you would never be angry at me again
And that you would smile every time we meet

See how I meant by it feels so right?
It does feel so right, doesn't it?

But it's wrong
In many ways, it is

Because you are belong to another world
Where in that world, I don't exist

And I shouldn't be

I always think that I'm blessed more than I deserved.
Especially lately.
I'm extremely grateful with my life - my every day.

How could I not be?

My direct boss is one of the kindest person I've known in my entire life.
He's very patient with me.
Teaching, understanding, guiding, and supporting me.
He's that kind of person who believes that we must grow better every day and aspire to be someone bigger, always.
Just the kind of person I need to have around me.
In his age and with his experience, he doesn't stop learning.
Heck, he's now even taking an online course in his already busy life.
By looking at him, it makes me ashamed if I feel tired or lazy or complain.
We have the same 24 hours.
Yet he manages to exercise, does tons of work, assignments, reads some work-related stuffs, reads more books, watches tv, socializes, and goes to pray.
I'm not even close to that.

And then the directors in the company.
Whom I manage to tease and joke with almost every day.
Keep up with my silliness, not-funny jokes, tantrums, mistakes, but always be supportive and make  me laugh, every time.
They keep me sane.
They make the supposed-to-be-stressful time not stressful.

My colleagues.
The smart-asses people who always make me try to be a better person.
You are everything. Every single of you.
I always wish to be surrounded by people who are better than me.
And you are the answers to that wish.

Well, it's been only short seven months.
I maybe will change my mind later.
But who cares.
I enjoy it now.
I'm happy.
I'm grateful.
And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the whole world.