It's not about how you look at me nor how you give me chills. It's not about how your lips twitch nor how you familiarize my name. It's not about the late night calls nor the constant texts. It's not about being pda nor how proud you are. It's also not about how you hold my hand nor how you sweet talk me. It's not about weeksaries, monthsaries, we should celebrate.
It's now about how you get me comfortable with you. It's about how you call me by name that you make it sound so special. It's about telling me to have an early good night sleep even we knew we'll miss each other thru the night, also texting me once in awhile just to tell me your whereabouts. It's all about how we trust each other and knows how to get to our limitations, as long as we know-we believe. It's about how you could comfort me with just one hug or a touch could already make me feel so relaxed that you don't have to say anything. It is a silent comfort you could give as I feel so down. It's about the anniversaries that we look forward to celebrate and have each other's side as we go on to our new year to celebrate.
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Excerpt from A Book He'll Never Know It Exists
Poetryhere I scribe the words I couldn't tell, for I am coward and tongue tied when I am faced to you. this I write when I feel and missed your love longing and lingering every time my heart beats. To G, who keeps me going and making my works beautiful. D...
