I've waited quite a while to finally start writing this post. What was I waiting for? Material I guess. It's meant to be a tribute to the best thing that happened to me in 2014 and I can't possibly just write some superficial trash in here could I? It had to be genuine or I wouldn't be doing justice to it. It was a good thing I waited because truly, I feel that the stuff you'll see soon enough is sincere and so so so amazing to me. So you might have noticed the similarity in the title between this blog post and the song by One Direction. Indeed it was the song that inspired the writing of this post but I guess this is more about the things about us that I love than the things I love about her. Without further ado, the little things.
I love when we go to Popular because she wants to look at books and somehow I end up blowing my wallet up buying a couple books and the time we spend looking at the books. The rides we take on the train and bus when we go out or when I bring her home, the way she leans on me or I stop her from falling when the train stops or starts. The way that she lies on my shoulder on her bus home and sleeps. And it doesn't matter how late I get home because I was bringing her home, it doesn't matter to me because I got to spend as long as I could with her and made sure she got home safely. How we held hands clandestinely under the table while we were eating bak kut teh with our friends.
One exception, I hate that I can't stay angry at her. Whenever she realises she pissed me off, she always calls me. The urge to ignore her calls were real, which I did the first time I was angry at her but I realised later on that she was more important to me than what I was angry with her about. And when I hear her voice, the rage melts away. You could say in a way, that her voice is my remedy. She always picks the best times to call me as well, when I'm in the middle of a league game, leaving me playing with one hand. Thankfully I'm the jungler and I can safely free farm, which leaves my team with no ganks but hey, they're not as important as her now, are they?
It doesn't matter if when she wears make up or not because to me she looks just as beautiful. No Victoria's Secret model or Next Top Model from whichever country can match up to just how beautiful she is even when she has no make up on. And when she smiles, oh her smile. It is brighter than any quasar in the universe and the most darling thing I've ever set eyes on. It's a Deafening Blast and I can only say my Last Word as it utterly disarms me. Haha, Dota puns.
How. How pathetic the pokemon bookmarks I made her are when she said she wanted them after seeing it on 9gag. How she actually looks better than me in my own red jacket. How we say the exact same words together at the same time with the exact same tone. I think that's pretty amazing.
And perhaps, the best feeling you can get is when your girl wakes up from a nightmare and she calls you to tell you about it. There's no words to explain how amazing it is that you're the one that she calls when she's afraid. To be the one she goes to for comfort. It's simply amazing.
And there's countless more amazing things I have experienced but I just don't have the ability to put it into words. And even those that I have I feel like I can't ever do them enough justice with my writing ability so I guess you'll have to settle for what you've read.
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