So you’ve been warned people, this will be a long post with heaps of tiny kisses, butterflies, little hugs and ‘i love you’s.
For yesterday’s memories, today’s love, tomorrow’s dreams.
I love you
I don’t know how many times have you asked me the question if I do love you and I gave you a blank unreadable expression in a redden face instead of a solid answer.
These three words are always felt so exquisite to roll of my tongue, I always blush even just thinking about saying it to you, but I know, sooner or later it would have to be done, either out loud or just in a soft and shy whisper.
I love you and not because of your face at all, not once in my mind I take your handsomeness seriously. Why of course to me you are handsome, and adorable, and cute, and all, you get the point (gee, if you’re really reading this I can already imagine how wide a grin you’d have on your face) but no… I love you not for those reason.
I love you for being you, I love you for making me smile, for making me worry about you, for making me missing you, for making me loving you, I love you.
I love how you can make the problems feel less problematic and days are brighter and more colorful than they already are.
I love how childish you are that it match my personality so bad, I love how we both can manage to be childish and mature at the needed time.
I love how you can make me feel like a mother when you’re having your bad day and make me feel secured and comforted when bad things come to my life.
I love to know that now I have you to run to.
I am not one who say this out loud, but still I need you to know, I love you for who you are.
I love you for every little magic you do to me, the first time you stole the kiss from me, I knew right there and then what people called when the world stops turning and there was only two of us, for those milliseconds I was lost, thanks to you.
To think that the next kisses would be less special (because I thought I would just got used to it) was utterly wrong, might be one of the wrongest (not that I don’t know it’s not even a word) thoughts I’ve ever had, you have that addictive magical touch I can’t get enough of.
Because every single touch give me different sensations of butterflies doing some somersault, topsy-turvy acrobats in my stomach, crawling up to my chest and make my heart goes boom boom even with just the littlest little peck on the cheek (which you always, always, always steal every possible chance).
You may not be my first, or my last (though I pray hard for it because you’re such a keeper), but for the present time, let’s try our best being together, understanding each other, working the best out of us for being us.
I want to spend my days with you, just lazing around, watching random movies on DVD without really watching it because I’m pretty sure you’ll kiss me every now and then and make me forget about what we’re actually watching, not that I mind ;) your kisses are far more interesting than any movies I know anyway.
I want to dance to music and glide around the room, with hugs, little hugs, and tiny kisses and we’ll twirl and spin and dance and kiss until we’re both too dizzy to even stand, and I’m pretty sure we’ll laugh our heart out once we done (if not kissing some more).
I want to cook for you, just because I know you’ll sneakily hug me from behind and make cooking harder than usual, and I’ll enjoy it and we’ll have little dance in the kitchen and how the food will taste, or if it’ll be burnt will be the last thing I have in mind.
I want to have a walk around the city with you, or just walking with you anywhere, hand in hand, you and me, and that’s all that matters, talking, sharing each other stories of what happened, or just embracing the comfortable silence, although silence is never my favorite, nor yours. So we’ll have a chatty walk which I always adore.
I want to spend times with you, as long as possible, even when it’s you’re with your friends, doing your homework, or business, because watching you from my seat, adoring you doing things I didn’t really understand but growing familiar to is a fun little thing to do too.
At times, I still wonder if we’re really do together. This seems like one of the craziest things I’ve ever encountered in life. Two years ago, there was nothing, nothing at all between us, looking back to the old photographs, I didn’t even realize you were there.
I’ve never thought that one day I’d miss you as much as I’ve always been doing the days when you’re not around, never have thought I would have even think of writing this kind of post for you.
I love you can’t you tell? I’m so much in love with you I feel giddy just thinking about it.
I love you.