| | I'm not creative with words. But you inspire me.
I have been, the lesser part of you.
We love in that tingling sensation, cloud nine sort of way. The love that I associate with something more - something bigger. The dominance of which no one else can apprehend. It's what we are; what we've been molded into. These 6 -and seemingly brief- months have made me feel no less than perfect. You are the centre of my world. You are the right to my left.. I've never told you, or anyone this, but I love the way you sleep. Just a fondness I developed during those tired nights when you fell asleep on my lap. Everything else blurs into indistinct outlines and shapes of irrelevance & my train of thought is immediately disrupted by the perfect face that lies at a 90 degree angle to my chin. You loved it when I gently ran my fingers across your face. You often praised their dexterity. A smile would spark up at an instant - and that is when I knew. I knew it was meant to happen this way. I knew I made the right decision. I knew we were us, and you were you. I broke a heart to be with you. A shattered hope. One world collapsed because of what we are today. Often I'd ponder, to what extent could we have gone if we avoided the distress of a third party? What would I do, how would I know where to go if you didn't come into my life like you did?
I did what I did. I expected one third of the things that happened. Everything fell into place. We were us. You lift me higher, everytime you tell me those three words, those 8 letters. Words that I too took for granted, at one point. I know I have said the wrong things. I know that from time to time my body language translates arrogance in lieu of the warmth of love. It is induced subconsciously. I am never arrogant, when it comes to you.
I knew, or rather, I know. Because it is occurring. It doesn't skip a second. It doesn't skip a heartbeat. It doesn't betide whenever I demand. My feelings . . are occurring. This love .. . . is occurring. The branches of our happiness are held together by the roots of us. You know you make my world spin. You know you make me a better person each second. You know.
I need you, not because I need someone to love. Not because it's a necessity. I need you because, I love you. You are me. You made me the person I am. You taught me right from wrong.
And as I sit here, eyes barely able to open at 1 in the morning., I know you are awake. I know you are waiting to call me. I know I want to end my day to the sound of your voice. I know.
And
I love you, Lee Hou Ian.
I love you so much.
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