As the wind blows hard and the noise of the heavy rain overwhelms my hearing, I think of you. Yes, my dear. I want you here beside me, snuggled in our own bed inside a thick, warm blanket. Your childlike nature comes and attacks me with your tickling. Hey, I know where you are ticklish too. Our giggles overcome the noise of the pelting rain. As I catch my breath, I rest my head on your arm. You cover your other arm around me. That warm embrace was the finest, I can't help but turn around, face you and stare at your beautiful eyes. You smile, I smile. You move closer and kiss me in the forehead. No words came out of your mouth but your eyes says it all. It speaks of how thankful you are to God that I was the one. I move closer and wrap both of my arms around you. I will place my head on your chest and feel the rhythm of your heartbeat. I love this cuddle weather. You and me together. Closer. Better. Forever.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Cuddle Weather
As the wind blows hard and the noise of the heavy rain overwhelms my hearing, I think of you. Yes, my dear. I want you here beside me, snuggled in our own bed inside a thick, warm blanket. Your childlike nature comes and attacks me with your tickling. Hey, I know where you are ticklish too. Our giggles overcome the noise of the pelting rain. As I catch my breath, I rest my head on your arm. You cover your other arm around me. That warm embrace was the finest, I can't help but turn around, face you and stare at your beautiful eyes. You smile, I smile. You move closer and kiss me in the forehead. No words came out of your mouth but your eyes says it all. It speaks of how thankful you are to God that I was the one. I move closer and wrap both of my arms around you. I will place my head on your chest and feel the rhythm of your heartbeat. I love this cuddle weather. You and me together. Closer. Better. Forever.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
A Brave Thing
Talking to you is one of the bravest thing I do. I admit, it was hard to face you, communicate and hide whatever feelings I have. It's hard to make eye to eye contact with your two round eyes. It's hard to focus whenever you are making a point. It's hard to grasp all the words and every story you are sharing because at the back of my mind I contemplate on how long this awkwardness will take. If only I can, I would stand up and say "Stop, I've had enough!" but that would just be plain rude. So I just sit, stare and endure the pain of listening to the sound of your voice and the creepy feeling of seeing your soul as I stare at your eyes. I guess I'm weak after all.
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