when you can't wait to jump out of bed, take a shower and stand for an eternity in front of your closet
deciding
whether to go classic corporate, sweet conservative or girl next door white shirt ripped jeans kinda girl
half of the time you're anticipating how his eyes will light up the moment he sees your look
and how hard he'll try to come up with a wordy compliment without sounding like an over eager adolescent.
(he has to keep the cool guy persona, of course.)
you know you're in love when your makeup is him
the blush is courtesy of thoughts of him and you running through your head,
the first time you locked your gazes with each other,
the first time you hesitantly reached out to touch him,
the first time you said yes without the use of words...
the first few moments of sweet surrender...
yup, those lines of thought can definitely make you blush down to your toes
the first time you locked your gazes with each other,
the first time you hesitantly reached out to touch him,
the first time you said yes without the use of words...
the first few moments of sweet surrender...
yup, those lines of thought can definitely make you blush down to your toes
your eye makeup is perfect, putting that flattering crease at the corners of your eyes whenever you smile, which is quite often these days
your strobing technique to make that skin on your face glow on all the right places?
it is a reflection of his beam of light on your face,
he is the sunrise and the sunset rolled into one, anyway
your lipstick is that exact shade of crimson as a result of constant biting of the lips to keep yourself from smiling too damn much
it is a reflection of his beam of light on your face,
he is the sunrise and the sunset rolled into one, anyway
your lipstick is that exact shade of crimson as a result of constant biting of the lips to keep yourself from smiling too damn much
your hair is perfectly arranged in disarray
combed expertly by his fingers, in a fashion so sexy yet so exclusive only to you
combed expertly by his fingers, in a fashion so sexy yet so exclusive only to you
and your cologne... pheromones... concentrated. customized.
just. for. HIM.
just. for. HIM.
you know you're in love when you can't wait for everyone important in your life to meet him
and to hear them loving the same things you actually fell for.
and when he had to go back home,
you know you're in love when geographical lines blur in insignifance
that 12000 miles is just a number
and LDR is a perfectly functional arrangement
when time zones are but a matter of perspective, you get the sun, he gets the moon,
tomorrow you're gonna do a swap, you're both under the same sky, anyway
and when you start believing that weeks and months have wings.
and you convince yourself that yes, they will fly by
you know you're in love when everytime you hear the word Seat Sale,
you imagine it is God's voice giving you His blessing to pack your bags and go see him
you know you're in love when airplane is a tool of getting nearer to him
and oceans are just bodies of water
viber, whatapp, imessage is a gift of the heavens
you know you're in love when you'd rather go home early than go out on a seemingly harmless dinner with a "friend" because you'd rather eat alone than have the risk of running into someone who might mistake you for being unfaithful
you know you're in love when you hate the people who can see him on a daily basis,
even those people who accidentally brushes past him on his way to work, the subway, the gym,
the newspaper stand, or the guy who serves him his morning coffee in his favorite starbucks.
you hate those faceless, nameless people
but you would trade places with in a heartbeat,
just to be in their shoes,
just to have the chance to be at arm's length with him again.
even those people who accidentally brushes past him on his way to work, the subway, the gym,
the newspaper stand, or the guy who serves him his morning coffee in his favorite starbucks.
you hate those faceless, nameless people
but you would trade places with in a heartbeat,
just to be in their shoes,
just to have the chance to be at arm's length with him again.
you know you're in love when you leap to his defense the moment your friends start questioning
his motives,
his character,
his sense of humor,
his unbelievably perfect physique,
his opinions,
your seemingly new opinions,
your compatibility with each other,
your loyalty to him
his motives,
his character,
his sense of humor,
his unbelievably perfect physique,
his opinions,
your seemingly new opinions,
your compatibility with each other,
your loyalty to him
you stop thinking of him as a person, but as a part of you.
and somehow, you develop the need to protect him
you know you're love when that brilliant brain of yours stops working and becomes alien to logic
and you start becoming best friends with the tooth fairy, peter pan, santa claus, the genie in the bottle.....
and you start hoping again, praying that this time,
this round belongs to you
of course, you have no way of knowing if this is your happily every after
but one thing's for sure....
you know you're in love when you leave your cynical self in the past..
you know you're in love when once again, you start believing...
in forever...
in forever...