FOLLOWING:
wanmohdzaim—
the boy, as we lazed in bed this morning. to which i replied, “I can get use to this.”
it seems that our bodies are in sync now, we fall asleep together, we wake up together, we even where the same colours without even realizing.
Life cannot carry on like that.
The books that are waiting to be read are still not read.
it’s funny how little i read nowadays.
i was thumbing through my blog and i found this. maybe you might like it.
“It’s been one month, and we’re still going strong.”
“That’s why I pick food over sex anytime. Maximum satisfaction without having to worry about babies in the equation. With food, you just eat and be happy.”
“How did you get so lucky?”
“This is the life,” he said, taking a bite out of his ice-cream sandwich, kneeling next to the bed. I lied with my stomach flat on the bed, reading a book on econometrics, legs crossed in the air. We had just return from another later night dinner of rissotto.
“It’s indulgent,” I replied without even looking up.
“Oh? It’s great, study, good dinner, ice-cream, my girlfriend’s lying on my bed without any pants on…” That cheeky smile curled round his lips and he spanked my rear.
“How’s that for a life?”
I squealed when he snuck up behind me in the library. He was in one of his many nondescript t-shirts - fitting around the biceps, round-neck and they are always white, grey or black. He buys them in bulks, one design in three different colours.
Being around him in public makes me nervous, that funny feeling one gets before going a first date. My heart, this little unexercised organ, palpitates with excitement, I stutter when I speak and sometimes, my knees get a little weak.
Oh Juls….
“I’m still trying to comprehend the logistics of both of you getting it on, he being 6’2” and you being…how tall are you again? Wait, or do you just do the starfish?”
Oh Juls…
We lolled around in bed when night fell. We seemed to be doing that alot recently.
“You’ve fallen and you’ve fallen pretty hard.”
“No I haven’t,” I protested, turned my body around and faced my back towards him and let a stray tear trickle down my cheek.
Oh Juls…
- She’s gonna be my new mom.
- She’s worth 50 million. She’s gotta be something.
- Dad’s gonna move over to Hong Kong to be with her.
- I want a Maserati from her.
Oh Juls…
Seven times, he said, and we’ve only been together for 3 weeks.
Oh Juls…
“I’ve found a new power,” he said sitting at the edge of the bed, examining his middle finger.
I grunted, turned my head around and looked at him, turned back, spent from the act and still trying to relish the entire moment.
It felt too good to be true.
