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The thing is, is that I love too much.
More than any words could explain, I love too much. This is my weakness. When I say, I love you, I really love you.
Just like those girls in the movies.
I love receiving roses and little notes on the front door. I love reading long handwritten letters from someone with a small doodle at the end. I love to wake up with a sunshine of balloons by my window. And I appreciate being serenaded rather than taking me to an acoustic gig of the night. I like long talks with long walks. I like poems recited than being texted. I’d rather spend the evening making constellations on the sky than partying in the club. I just want simple things that would sweep my heat away.
Can I have a ‘bestfriends turned lovers’ relationship, please?
I want something destructive, unstable, and cliche like this next. I’m sick of falling for someone directly after meeting them. I want to build a strong friendship first. An amazing friendship. And then proceed to fall for them. I like that idea more. I want to be able to say we were bestfriends before we were anything else.
But of course, a guy can dream.
I will wait for that one kiss that will sweep my feet away. I will wait for that one kiss that will make my heart melt like an ice cream under the sun. I will wait for that one kiss that will wipe my tears and put a rainbow on my eyes. I will wait for that one kiss , that one very kiss of my life.
Vintage love.
What they don’t know is that I am a hopeless romantic person even though there are times that I am become bitter about love. Nevertheless, this didn’t change me on being a hopeless romantic.
I still wanted and believe on those old courtship during the time of my grandparents. I want to meet a man just like my grandfather. I like how he courted me grandmother. Serenades, flowers, hand written love letters, chopping wood and everything so beautiful. That vintage love is epic. It’s like something worth taking the risk for because you can see the effort.
I wonder if there’s still a man around this earth who’ll make me feel special like how my grandfather treated my grandmother. So vintage and romantic. That’s it, romantic.
Kissing under the sky with fireworks is perfect…
My height is 4’11 and just so you know, I like tall boys. =) Because whenever I hug them, my face is level on their chest. So, I can hear their heart beating. =)
Hey babe,
I wish someone would take a picture of us like this. I want to see how our backs look like while we are holding each other. We don’t often see our backs because we don’t have eyes from our rear head. Ha. Neh~ I just want to be with you like this tight.
