A three word statement

 
I love the way you pay attention when i talk.
you stop, listen, nod and occassionaly comment when needed.
I love the way you smile, fake or not, at my failed jokes.
I love the way you call my name.
I love the way you handle me when I try to sit in front of you.
You keep on asking me to sit beside you.
I love it when you do that, the gesture, made me feel warm and protected.
I love the way you debate or laugh whenever we agree to disagree,
or whenever we end each other's sentences.
I couldn't pay enough attention at times coz you were so charming.
I love sitting next to you, sharing meals and coffee, realizing that 
a day is not enough for the likes of us who never ran out of words and stories.
I love the way you ask me me about how I am getting home.
I love the way you insist on waiting up for me to get inside the cab
before you finally walk to your own ride home.
I love the way you wait up for my message that I am home safe
before you actually go to rest or do another thing.
I love that you always get in front of me whenever we
are about to cross the street.
I love standing next to you, chitchat, then suddenly notice that
I am a midget and you are handsomely giant towering me.
I love the way you say 'you let me know when you are home', although
it may not mean anything more but the normal.
I love the way you look me in the eye as if you are reading my soul -your soul.
I love the way you walk beside me, without any touch of uneasiness
seemingly making me proud to walk beside you as well.

I adore you.

I am having inappropriate feelings towards you. I don't want you 
to admire me, or adore me back.
I want you to make me feel you are having inappropriate feelings towards
me as well.

Using "inappropriate feeling" is 
a safer term than using the four-letter word
to describe this painful thudding inside me eloquently. 
If my life plot is played backwards, 
I know where and when to press the 'pause', 
the 'replay' and of course the 'stop'.
Future is something I don't know how to begin with.
But whatever it is, I hope 
for a chance to sit and walk beside you one day,
in a totally different meaning, and a totally different understanding.
To be yours oneday, someday, forever. Even just in dreams.
I might be too flawed to actually think of a chance of this, of you. 
I might be too damaged to actually hope 
to dream dreams, of you, with you.
I might be too scared to have faith in 
anything but I know that if you are a pin in a haystack, 
I'd be able to pick you in jiffy. 
I don't have this feelings for anyone else but you.
I can't unadore you. 
Screw me. I'm doomed.

I love you.
A three word statement.
It does not even justify the importance that you have in my life.

hearts skippin’ beats

The heart of a wife

but she won’t unlock it
all dressed in white
and face in the blankets

The nights with the boys
the razor in pockets
the drives to work that don’t ever drive by

It’s a four letter word
and who’d ever thought that
a four letter word
would be so hard to spell out
and our hearts skippin’ beats
on edges of seats
we’ll take time when it’s up
but give up when it’s down

Freakin’ out about love
’bout love
about love
’bout love, no
not love
but love
about love
’bout love, no

We’re too cool for apologies
and we wouldn’t have fell
our emotional policies
and lookin’ glass selves
it’s a realization that we all need to find
it’s all in our heads when we’re changing our minds

About love
love
about love
’bout love
’cause it’s not love
love
about love
’bout love, no

Or if we’re not gonna mind
what’s lost in our chest
then I’ll spend all my time dodging yours I guess
’cause the life you’re denying me is a hole in my heart
and advice and society pull us apart

And at the blink of an eye
we’ll get the courts involved
and if you don’t like her eyes you just get ’em annulled
’cause the justice of the peace
losing its power
honeymoon suites to hotels by the hour

We take time when it’s up
but give up when it’s down

And it’s not love
love
not love
it’s not love
not love
love
not love
not love
no no
not love, oh
love
love
not love
cuz it’s not love
love
not love
it’s not love, no
it’s not love
love
it’s not love
not love, no
it’s not love
love
not love
not love

—————>>>>>About Love<<<<<———————-

“We take time when it’s up but give up when it’s down ”

How do you keep the fire burning when the storm is brewing in the East and it’s snowing on the West? How do you keep the music playing when you run out of melody and lyrics? How do you keep on living when some things make you question everything?

Just wondering…

craving for coconut macaroons

I have been craving macaroons and so I decided to bake some. Here are some photos I took using my old iphone. Quality of photo is not so good but I love the taste of my oven-baked macaroons. I think mine tastes better than those sold in yellow wrappers at the mall. *smile.
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my walking, talking reason for living

Everyday I wake up to this small little hand pulling my hair, or playing with my face. My boy wonder is turning five months in a few days.
It’s a a while since my last post here and I’m back now.