Is it even possible to love someone so damn much, when he’s not even doing anything in particular?
I’m just super in love & I’ve no idea why.
Methinks I’m an idiot.
We were talking about guys and he thinks he’s not any much cuter than some other people whom I totally am not interested in.
Tsk.
If only he sees himself the way I see him..
I love how distracted he sounds when he’s busy concentrating on work and I’m trying my darnest to distract him for the hell out of it :p
Him trying to multi-task & failing is damn adorable.
I love how he stares into space when he smokes or we are having a meal.
I love how his lips pursed together when he’s contemplating something.
I love how he pushes his hair up when he’s frustrated.
I love how he drags out my name when he’s trying to irritate me.
I love how he acts blur to irritate me when he does actually understand.
I love how he gives in to my demands all the time, maybe that’s why he’s spoiling me. Cause I know he will give in usually.
I love how he’s never ever really angry with me no matter how annoying I am.
There’s so much I love about him and despite it being one of my greatest regret that he’s not mine, I’m still thankful that we are so close now, more than ever.
And as I tried to tell him the reason why I ask him so often, and he so stupidly refuse to understand grrrr
The reason why I keep asking you is because I want you to remember how you once felt for me and I want you to remember how much you loved me and wanted me. I want you to remember that it’s more than just a figment of my imagination.
It’s the same reason why people like to be reminded of their past achievements and the likes.
Because that’s when they know people remember them, remember the connection & love they once shared. That they were not forgotten that quickly.
That he did not forget me nor forget how much he loved me. I can perfectly understand why he can’t be with me and as much as I don’t like it, I accept it. But I don’t want him to forget what he once felt for me and I don’t want it to be just a figment of my imagination or memory.
And that’s the reason why I ask you so very often.
Because I want to remember, and I want you to remember; what you once felt when she wasn’t around in your heart for that period of time.
