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So, we went on a date. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

First things first, tell me how can you love someone so much that it feels like there is no extent stopping you from loving them more?!

Whatever adjectives would describe me the happiest in the world, I am all those. Because I am with him. (Yayayayya)

One moment we were holding hands and the other I was resting my head on his shoulder as I were viewing a beautiful sunset. But to be honest, even the simple sage green café felt like it was adorned with jewels. But again, did I even see the walls of the café for more than one minute? No.

As we hugged, I looped my hands around his neck and he looped his, around my waist and slightly pulled me closer, more into him. Butterflies. - And somehow this is not a book scene narration. ARGHHHHHH!

I quite and all hope that we spend more dates just doing our thing, and pouring each other with love because, why not. But I just know that I am never not going to bring this specific one up in random conversations. 

I somehow can't just gets the words describe the feeling of hearing his calm heartbeat as he held me. And even though books always mentioned the racing heartbeats of the leads, I never knew a steady one is the best until it was his. 

It is all about how we can be the most complex beings out there and yet be ourselves, and calm around each other. Isn't that what you want in a partner? I surely do. 

He talked about his interests and looked at me with those jewelled shiny eyes as I heard him. Uff, never thought of a look of love so loving. But it surely was a thing to cherish in whole because never did he ever talk this soothingly about something he loved (he did talk about me too, so umhmm).

Every photo from any angle just showed love in his eyes and it seemed as if the emotion (towards me) was meant to stay. Came to stay, long live. Admiring would be a thing, while worshipping (me) would be his own thing to do. Lover, for real.

But all I want to say is, if reality exist, I could even escape with him or live it throughout with him. Because there is no such thing through which I wouldn't be with him.

It feels surreal to the level of heavens, because never have I ever thought of a day so wildly calm and yet bumpy as it went. But I just know that in any coming time of my life, I would always be grateful to god for being with him, and for this day staying in my 'great days' label.

Again, a thing in the present became a memory and somehow, I already am eagerly waiting to make the next one. And all after that. Because a memory with him might just be worth living.

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Because he is worth living for.





Thank you so much

For giving this your precious time

Stay tuned for more!

-17.

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