My Huckleberry friend, please take my hand as we sail down the Moon River.

Because It’s Love

I think my boy has the cutest pout ever when I turn his lips downwards with my own hands. And if there’s something in the world that could melt my jaded heart, this would be it (:

I received this sms from Pest today:

Haha, dear, you look so blissful when you're with him keep smiling non-stop =p

And I thought, if my smiles indicate that much when I’m just with a lust-object (okay a long-time, very very special lust object no doubt), then what would they indicate when I’m with the bf? Is there a higher, more intense realm of bliss to be attained and described?

I’m so sorry for the very nasty things I’m capable of speaking. My wicked mouth that crushes people and make them laugh at the same time. There’s guilt, there’s a nagging sense of unease and frustration at your lack of concern. Everytime after a similar incident happened, I’ll get so scared to call or even sms you, fearing that you’ll say something that would really indicate the end of it all.

And then, that would be the end of my blissful bubble too. The one that has come to define what happiness means for me.

More patience baby, please?

dysphoria came at 8:33 PM