kryptOnite

kryptonite • 18

I couldn't sleep last night, so I made a list of things you stole from me.

First, my attention. That day, when we met on a warm day in sunny June, I didn't plan to keep the sketch of you inside my head, but you were stuck in my mind and I couldn't get it out. I'd skip sleep just to hear you breathe, cancel schedule just to talk to you, grab some eggs and wakame to show you my cooking skills, and stay up late to think about the giggles you resonate for those memes on 9gag. That day, when we met on a warm day in sunny June, who would've imagined that our meeting was a beautiful rendezvous?

Second, my heart. A kiss was just a kiss until I tasted your lips, a love was just a love until I fell for you, and my heart... my heart was just a heart until you stole it away. Every filament of me was craving for you, glazing for you. That night, I found myself lost in your eyes; a pair reflecting constellation in September sky. I love how you vocalize my love language and transcribe it into something that my soul understands. You complete me in a way only you can.

Third, my T-shirts. "That's mine," you claimed one by one, pushed me to say ciao. The next thing I knew was I'd already lost some of my favorites; they migrated to your closet, but you offered supermarket dates, evening walks, and night strolls in return. Oh, and a lot of cuddles! Have I ever told you that your morning face is drop-dead gorgeous? Your sleepy eyes, messy hair, baby voice, dry lips asking for morning kisses... and maybe some drools in the corner? I don't really like to admit this, but yes, those T-shirts look better on you.

Before I met you, I didn't know how lucky a man on earth could be. So this is the next thing you may steal: my last name. Have it forever, please?

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