I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
That’s how many I typed in one breath, including the beginning when I panicked and hit the wrong keys, midway when my back was prickling painfully (is that from holding my breath?) and close to the end when I thought I would see stars. But jeez, that was a lousy effort, wasn’t it?! 
Anyway, darling, that’s for all the times I can’t say it over the phone due to ‘circumstances’. You know I love you. 
In no way am I ashamed of you! Au contraire, sometimes I feel like half the things I talk about are you, you and you. Hehe.. It must annoy the hell out of everyone listening to me, but the thing is, you’ve become a part of my everyday. There are days when we speak to each other at four different times. Obviously, not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, especially when I wake up to your voice. But me being so cautious is only because I don’t want to cause more rifts, doubts and reasons for aggravation. I’ve just always wanted it to be simple for me to be with you and vice versa (not to say I’m not a difficult person to be with, lol!).
My thoughts now are that there are people who probably wish we aren’t together. Maybe us being together makes things difficult, whatever these things are. But I don’t care. Right now, I wouldn’t have it the easy way or any other way. Because it’s you. It’s you that I wanna be with. I wanna hold your hand. I wanna kiss the back of it. I wanna hold you close at traffic lights that take so unbelievably long to turn green. I wanna have another cocktail with you sitting next to me, explaining its intricacies that I can’t quite possibly see without you. I wanna have ice-cream with you again on a cold night. I wanna have bubble tea with you and we’ll go to a different store next time so maybe it won’t taste so bad. I wanna sit with you in Bubbles as you eat another club sandwich. I wanna hear your voice at 2 am, 3 am, 4 am, whatever the hell am or pm it is.
Source: Andre Jordan (I think he’s brilliant)
I don’t care about roses and pretty, encased jewellery. Or posh dinners in places that I couldn’t possibly afford with my three digit bank balance that does not even start with 3. Because that’s not it. I’m happy just being with you at yours with steaming hot instant noodles. And a fried egg, if we can find some in your pantry and fry them up.
