I love doing nothing with you.
3 A.M walk away from the behind of my soul. Bring the wind and storm as my day as passed me. My nets were straight through the fragile, lightning-quick pieces at the end of the light. The bright light gives me a new path. My hand holding a cup of tea is tightly embraced by your sturdy hand.
We are indeed a shaped of love, shape of growing up for taking a new story. We take our step by ourselves. We are indeed human who’s ready to falling again, but sometimes it scared us a lot.
The fear leaves me, as the blanket caresses our bodies in rhythm with the touch of your sweet finger as it gently caresses my lips. Your finger and net are frenzied with God’s masterpiece. You call it by “Hello, my pretty!”. Until the blood rushes to the tops of my cheeks. Making them blush and red as if struck by the flames of youth.
The simple you makes it aint always complicated and complex. The simple you with a carved smile and your mouth uttering those magical words managed to make me the luckiest human being.
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I’ve always loved that, Jay. When we would just stare at each other’s face and laugh for no reason, and then your fingers would pick up the little strands of hair that covered my face. And you’d say, “Mischievous hair, I can’t see my pretty girl."
I’m fond of simple things, without any reason to do them while it’s with you, while the sun and moon are still doing their job, while the tides in the ocean and the salt and pepper of life are relentless. With a love that slowly and never considering.
Times has bring me with you, under the moonlit night just staring at the emptiness to fill, love, and warm each other. It’s just you and me, the two of us in a room big enough for you to always pull me in, saying, "To create memories, so that every side of my house is full of you."
To the boy whom i longing to love and live. I’d be willing myself to loving you as well as you deserve it. And the shaped of our love will always growing into something new. The petals of our rosebloom will grow until we fill the whole world with ours.
You grab my waist and whispering me, “I can cook whatever you want, i won’t to see you getting sick just because your boyfriend, that’s actually me, couldn’t make you something to eat. I want us both eat well, sayang.” then he kisses my lips.
I love doing nothing with you, and i’ll cherish every single moment.
