Monday, August 30, 2010

You ask me why I like you, and it’s really something I can’t put into words. Maybe it’s because you make me happy most of the time. Maybe it’s because you know how to keep a conversation with me. Maybe it’s because you got me thinking about you before I go to sleep, and after I wake up. Maybe it’s because I can be myself around you. Maybe it’s because you bring the best out of me. Maybe it’s because I can spend hours on the phone with you talking about the stupidest things. Maybe it’s because I can never get enough of you. Maybe it’s just because your just being yourself, and I’m slowly falling for you.

Have you ever thought about the significance of holding hands? When you first like someone and you find out they like you back, one of the first steps to intimacy is holding hands. After the first time you hold hands with someone, comes the kissing and nicknames and all that other cute stuff. When you hold hands with someone, it’s like you’re telling them “I like you. I trust you. I’d like to show the world that you mean something to me”. Holding hands is such a small gesture with a big meaning. Whether you’re having a bad day or feeling sad — once your significant other grabs your hand and interlaces their fingers with your own, everything suddenly feels okay. It’s like, just by holding hands, it suddenly warms your whole body up with joy.

This is why for me, holding hands with someone (esp in public) is a BIG deal. If you can’t even do the simple act of holding my hand, just forget it. I guess I don’t mean much to you. If you don’t wanna kiss me? That’s fine. But if you unexpectedly grab my hand and interlock your fingers with mine, I’ll be happy. That’s enough for me. I won’t need anything else because I have my world literally right in the palm of my hands.

Regardless of how far away i am, or how far apart we grow you're always going to be right there in my heart, that space is reserved for you.
3:12 AM

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The things you hear about me, could be true. But then again, it could be as fake as the bitch who told you. Blissfully attached to Wan. Turning 18 this year. Love being sarcastic, mind you! Love being pampered. Hate being hurt. I Run My Own Life. My Blog My Say. Hate it, Why Bother to read?
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