Magical Tipsy Toes

“Come away with me. I want a day with you and you only. I want to enjoy the simple things with you. Even the things we find most boring and stupid. I want to enjoy it with you. Because even when they are boring and mundane, you bring joy to my life. And when time steals what it steals, we’ll remember the things that make our heart smiles. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat and tell you stories of the moon and the stars untill you fall asleep. I would not even think about time that is passing by. If I had one day with you and you only, I would remember every line on your face, you amazing eyes and every other feature, I have it engraved in my memory, every strand of hair, every single movement of your hands and your body. If I had one perfect day, I will show just how much my heart really beats, just for you. All of these things I will remember, forever. Your warm hand your warm breath, your warm mouth and lips. Your arms around mine. My day will be to always remember feeling safe, and keeping you safe and protected. I will remember how I feel every single time I kiss you, the way you drive me so high and drunk.

These things I tell you because you need to know that I love you. I’ve loved you since I first time I saw you and I loved you when you were with the ones you weren’t suppose to be. I loved you when you laid on the bed and cried your eyes out and I’ve loved you when you were laughing and smiling. I’ve loved you when you didn’t believe you could be loved, I’ve loved you when you didn’t realise what you realised. And I’m still loving you. Everyday, always.”

I have so many things I want to write but the words are all in box.

I could write about the stuff that goes on at work. About how the office summer party was pretty fun and my knees have died a horrible death. I could write about how I watched you dance and laugh and I was so tempted to kiss you right there and then.

I could write about my fear of heights. About how I get so scared because the thoughts of wanting to just free fall is so damn tempting.

I could write about best buds and the cousins. About how things came about and how my mind wanders away and thinking about it gets me all sad.

I could write about Angelboy and Jellybean. The nice dinner we had at Lau Pa Sat and the silly laughter. It was just really easy to fall into funny conversations of such and sorts.

I could write about Nita. How I’ve started to look at her photos…slowly…and my heart aches. But I know she’s happy wherever she is. I just wish my heart accepted the things the mind tries to deny.

I could write about the boy who stole my heart and climbed a mountain….only to be taken so far away from me that he will never come back to me.

I could write about the day of the hundred roaches and how they just seemed to be everywhere. I hate them so much I am now trying to invent machine to kill all the bastard roaches.

I could write about you. You, who makes my heart calm and yet at very same time you make it fuzzy. I could write about the time you stole my heart and kept it in your pocket. I could write just how much I’ve fallen.

I could write about how excited I am about Friday and how nervous I am too. About how cute you look when you try to give me silly hints.

I could write about how addictive Facebook is, it’s not funny. I think about it when I’m at work. I think about it when I’m eating..I think about it when I listen to music.

I could write about my dreams. If only in my dreams…..you and I will be living together right now. But alas…..dreams..

I could write the time Gail dreamt about my parents being robbers and they stole..not money but pots and pans so they can cook.

I could write about my need for a cigarette right now. There is one left in the pack. But Jellybean will find out and then we will have nothing tomorrow for work.

I could write about the bus to work that is amazingly cheap…and gets me to work on time even when I wake up late. It is now known as the magical work bus.

Boy….its tough when you don’t have stuff to write about.