#BedroomConfessions

The Way We Go Forth

I don't know maybe it was the way you skilfully danced to that 70s song back in our high school prom.

Or the way you looked in the morning just before you get up for work.

Or the way you make our coffee. Dark, less sugar, no cream.

Or the way your bun loosen up every move you make in the kitchen so you'll have to tie 'em up again.

Or maybe that one time I saw you candidly giving alms to a homeless man, who was smiling graciously at you.

Or when we watch your favorite movie for the nth time and how I control myself of telling you what happens next.

Or the way you look at me when we're about to kiss.

Or the way you sang along to Christina Perri, Ed Sheeran, or even Keane and The Police.

Or the way you annoyingly love Justin Bieber.

Or the way you wet your lips, or scrunch your nose, or scratch your eyebrows or bite fingers when you hide the truth.

Or the way your eyes sparkle when you see me coming in from work.

Or the way you still fold the pages in my books when I told you not to.

Or the way your hair falls perfectly everywhere.

Or when your telling me this super exciting story complete with hand gestures and sound effects.

Or the way you pre-occupy my mind every single day even if we're living together.

Or just the way you smile. Dimpled, carefree, my favorite.

Or the way your long sleeved shirt falls on one side showing off your collarbone and shoulder.

Or the way you wore off-shoulders, pink dresses, turtle necks, muscle tees, leather skirts, and ripped skinny jeans.

Or your dusty trusty doctor martens.

Or your staple need of aviators or braxton caps.

Or your love for hamsters and pandas.

Or your love for your family.

Or the way you soulfully sing me to sleep every night.

Or the way you stutter and your lips quiver when you cry.

Or the way you argue with me when I'm wrong and your right or vice versa.

Or the way you just give me the silent treatment.

Or the way I miss you everyday.

Or the way you say those three little words like they matter more than money, diamond and gold.

Or your chocolate brown eyes.

Or your wit and humor.

Or your endless spontaneity.

Or the way I'm hurting tonight, as you silently left the door open in our room as you pack your things.

Or the way I am lost right now cause I don't know how the hell am I going to move on from you. From us.

Or the way I still love you after everything was said and done.

Or the way I watch you go, silently knocking myself to run after you.

Or the way you stop and turn when I called out to you.

Or the way you dropped your bags and run back to me.

Or the way you cried as we hugged like we never did before.

Or the way we say "I love you, you idiot" at the same time as we pull away.

Or the way we lovingly kissed after the hug.

I don't know maybe you are just the one for me.

That no matter where I go.

And no matter what I do.

Onething's for sure, I love you.