The feeling of my fingers touching every keys and the sound of my keyboard click tacking are really satisfying but also make me feel so drowsy and sleepy. The letters, tags, attribute, variables and all the jazz are the only things I've been focusing on for the last few days and it makes me feel so sick just looking or even hearing anything related to codes.
I look away for a minute to relaxed my glaring eyes and stretch my arm upward to relax my oldie molding body. I look at our cute strawberry wall clock and it is quite late at night I'm surprise he is still not beside me right now to cuddle me and sleep his cute self on my lap. What makes him so busy he forget to kiss me good night? That cute piece of a human.
I look back again to my work and just stare blankly at the colorful codes that are on my laptop's screen, maybe MIRACLE will visit and let this work be finished before our anniversary. I'm still kinda proud of myself for having half ...ish? of this are already done and I'm quite satisfied with the outcome. I still need to make changes of the colors for the calendar and maybe add a couple more theme for the entry. I still need to come up with more sassy phrases for the Dear Diary because Dear Diary is not really giving it for me. It is not suited for this app because it is kinda plain, boring, dull—it's not that I hate plain, boring, dull because in FACT I worship it but I know he still want to see a little bit of my attitude in this app.
I know I'm still not even that buddy buddy up close thingy with FINISHED for this app but I am still giddy on my plan for the last finishing touch of this app. I envision him being snotty, and teary, and cutie when he read my message on the menu button. Arghhhhh my heart can't stop skipping on how cute he will be!
I close my laptop and place it on our sandwich table. I walk quietly to our bedroom and stop at our door. I look at his back and I just love how serious he is with whatever he's doing. How cute!
"What are you doing?" I asked him a bit loud to let him know my presence. He quickly close his diary book and sheepishly grin at me.
He shake his head repeatedly I'm afraid it will detach on his cute body. He is still grinning sheepishly at me though so that is still cute for him.
"Nothing. Iloveyou!" , I laugh how cute he is with that look. It made me remember why I love him.
"I love you first Tristan." That made him blush like a super super ripe tomato and that made me laugh even harder.
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