It's our 1/2 year anniversary. Another 6 months to a year. Another 180 days to a year. Another 4320 hours to a year. More or less. He had surprise looks on his face when I mentioned this to him this morning. Ah, I can't believe it either. I guess once-a-week-meet-up kinda work wonders for me. So I have enough cinta and rindu when I met him, after a week of separation.
Some of my friends said he maybe a married guy. That's why he came out with the once-a-week-meet-up thingy. Wrong, they were all wrong. I'm the one who suggested this in the first place. And I should be the one to blame, if there's any. I have this get-tired-easily syndrome. You don't have any trouble to understand this kinda syndrome, right? I guess the name already explained everything.
I know he's been reading my blog and he's the one who click my Nuffnang Ads. And I really want to say this to him face to face, but my guts chickened out.
MrH a.k.a Love,
I love you. I enjoy spending time with you. I love it even if we’re just sit and talk about nothing. Mostly craps. I love the way you smile and the way you look me in the eye. You make me blush every time you did that. I get this greatest feeling when you laugh at my stupid jokes. That's all I want. For you to be happy, with me. And btw, your clumsy-cum-innocent face always come to my mind whenever I feel down. You're my happy person. I love you.
My 3 days weekend about to start in around 30 minutes. See you all lovelies on Tuesday. Have a nice weekend.