Some random thoughts about what I miss in being in love:
those time stopping instances, just seeing her smile…
the “pa-cute” moments… and nothing is more important than her actions…
the care… the times when she’s acting like a wife… when she’s mad at me for not taking my medicine, trying to show she really cares…
the moments after having a big fight… it felt like a year of not seeing her… and all I want to do is hug her… and when we hug… incredible… so incredible…
the moments of surprisingly finding out cute things about her… for instance, when she suddenly make a really cute expression… and after that, I just want to cuddle her… and kiss her... coz I know it’s real… because I know it’s just an epitome of how wonderful she is…
the moments when she cries out of jealousy… it’s not really nice knowing that she’s crying… it’s just that deep inside, a part of me is really smiling, seeing how cute she is… crying because of fear of losing someone like me…
those sincere sorry kisses that stop anger in just a heartbeat…
the feeling of appreciation you don’t get from anyone else…
the days when time seems so slow yet so fast… it’s when, after spending the whole day long with her, it still feels so hard to say goodnight and have that last kiss that will end the day…
those scary moments… those fun scary moments…
the moments when she’s so happy… when she appreciated me after doing something for her… the moments when I get to prove to myself that a smile could really worth all my money…
those sudden hugs… that surprising kiss… that rush of feeling… that unexpected realization of knowing how lucky I am to be in love…