Numbers: A Series

I.

As shallow as it sounds, I first fell in love with the way you look.

How you don't have to resort to dressing up too much just to seem pretty. You make a shirt and a pair of jeans look so good, I didn't even know they would be so amazing until I saw you in it. Your demure clothes accented your figure in the way they were supposed to be. You needn't wear anything extravagant, as you make the simplest ensemble look perfect.

I fell in love with how you look.

How you opt for the simplest appearance, and yet manage to look stunning, knocking the breath out of me every time I lay my eyes on you.

How you look beautiful without having to put on too much make-up. You exude simple elegance that a lot of people strive to achieve. You needn't put on any kind of cosmetics to emphasize what is already apparent; you shine brightly on your own even without the help of these beautifying agents.

How you look so pretty with nude make-up, the only real color being your lipstick. You would tint it red- and so often, I would so often catch myself staring, transfixed by your plump tears, day dreaming about how you'd taste, and how wonderful they would feel against my own..

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"Hoy, ano iniisip mo diyan, ha?"

He snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing her voice and he grinned at her, seemingly trying to weasel his way out of interrogation. Rising from the couch, he walked to where he stood, arms wrapping around her.

"Wala," he replied, chin resting on her shoulder. Silence fell upon them, and he whispered, "..should I list it down again?"

Recalling their chat last night, she nodded. Holding her tighter, he hummed, thinking of how he would tell her. "...well, like what I said, I first fell in love with your appearance."

"Pero 'di ko talaga gets kung bakit," she replied, brows furrowed in thought. "E 'di naman ako maganda."

"'Wag mo ngang sabihin 'yan," he laughed softly, turning her around and pressing her back against the wall, trapping her in his arms as they reach for the surface behind her, palms pressed on it beside her head. "Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror?"

She quirked a brow, their new position slightly unsettling. Was he teasing...?

"Your eyes.. your hair, your face..." he trailed off, fingers touching the parts he mentioned. His eyes then fall on her lips, his index finger gently poking the lower tear. "Your lips."

He leaned in close, their foreheads touching, noses grazing, breaths mingling. She closed her eyes instinctively, and he could only smile.

She's beautiful this way, too.

He leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips, before embracing her, chin resting on top of her head.

"Ang dami," he breathed, much to her curiosity.

"Ng alin?"

"Mga pagkakataong nahulog ang loob ko sa'yo." He held her tighter, pecking the crown of her head. "It would take me days to list it all down."

"Okay lang," she said in response, smiling. "We have forever and a day, after all."