Seventy seven things..

Aside from, or despite of, love.
- Gazing through each other’s eyes, deep.
- Holding hands, rubbing mine against his.
- Snuggling under the blanket.
- Ordering food together.
- Knowing his usual orders, and order it for him.
- Making him eat the yucky vegetables.
- Queuing side by side.
- Sticking surprise notes on his desk, or car’s dashboard, anywhere.
- Sunset by the shore, to breezing wind on top of a plateau, it fits the picture.
- Choosing birthday, valentine, or seasonal gifts for him.
- Wrapping it, smiling.
- Taking a drive together.
- Wiping gravy, crumbs or whip cream off the corner of his lips.
- Sniffing each other.
- And say, hrrmmmmm..
- His naughty, witty jokes.
- Smiling at the sight of his, a gorgeous one.
- Running fingers through his hair.
- Talking for hours, about everything and nothing.
- Having a place referred as Our Place.
- Peculiar travels for two and a crowd of friends.
- Pinching his cheek.
- Grabbing his ass, hard.
- Breathing in, breathing close.
- Humming a song, gently. To his ears, or to mine.
- Looking on his reflection on a glass mirror.
- Mixtaping for him.
- Listening to his favorite music, though it isn’t mine.
- Then finding the lyrics, even for just one sentence, one verse, is about us.
- Playing songs of him, for him.
- Dancing, dancing before him, making him want to.
- Throwing glances from across the room.
- Skimming through his collection of books, or CDs, borrowing any I’d like.
- Forgetting to return them.
- Knowing he didn’t mind, and never ask them.
- Someday perhaps he will.
- Blushing.
- Writing silly poems.
- Arguing over silly things.
- Making up.
- Kissing him, just when he least expected..
- And most.
- Grasping for air.
- For who he is, but also for who I am, with him.
- Massaging his shoulder, when he complained about the traffic.
- Holding his hand while on the gear.
- Watching him busily, seriously tackling something.
- Rubbing his sore back.
- Inhaling deep, exhaling long, for each ridiculous, yet amazing thing he does.
- Heart beating fast, fast, faster.
- Tummy aches, but in a good way.
- Blood rushing to the head.
- Heat flushing from spine, down and up, up and down.
- Fingers feeling cold and fidgety.
- Spontaneous combustion..
- Then he said hello.
- Blushing.
- Looking at him scaling the stars, treading on clouds.
- With awe.
- Listening to him say, everything’s going to be alright, and believing it so.
- Nuzzling my cold nose to his warm neck.
- Getting wet. From the bubbly tub to the deep, deep, sea.
- Dreaming aloud..
- In his arms, falling asleep.
- Out of 100 smiles, smiling 99 for him while the world only knows one.
- Making a habit out of each other, good or bad.
- Walking amidst a calm rain.
- Listening him say my name, only mine.
- I LOVE YOU TOO.
- Knowing every piece of my inner, evolved self is made for him..
- No matter how faded and ruined some pieces may be.
- Finding
- out
- seventy
- seven
- things
- more.
Image taken from Muse Messenger.
Hello. You are now reading an article written by Marisa Duma, published on 12Nov09 along with other notes on Letters, Listings, Personal Note.
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