Secret Love Nest

Cheesy Time

(Warning: Ready yourself for some of the cheesiest lines you may read on your lifetime😁 We can be as sweet as cotton candy, you know)

I saw Qing snooping on my laptop last night. I found him looking at my notes for this diary/memoir I'm writing. In his defense, he said he finally got curious about the thing that kept me occupied with my laptop.

I just shrugged and said that I don't mind if he got curious and checked out my little project. This is just something I do when I have some free time. A way to release some stress.

Besides I don't think what I write on this diary/memoir is so secretive that I can't afford to show it to him. I mean, yes I am afraid that some strangers will read my notes and judge me but he is Wang Qing. He already saw me naked, laughed at me when I fell down after I step on a soap bar inside our bathroom and he already knew that I snore when I sleep and I can eat a whole tub of ice cream in one sitting if I am upset. If he still love me after seeing my flaws, my clumsiness, my worse habits and my gluttonness then he can read my diary/memoir til he drop.

So I'm not really upset that he snoop around at my laptop. I'm just curious about his reaction when he is reading my writings. He had a frown on his face while reading.

Me: Why, did I wrote something that you didn't like?

Qing: No, not really. It's just I notice that you don't put dates on your writings.

Me: Ahhhh, that...well I can see the date when I store it. And I deliberately excluded dates to my writings because I wanna keep those to myself. I mean I'm already writing about some part of our life together, I wanna keep the actual date to myself. You know, don't give everything at once or is it don't put all your eggs in one basket...

Qing: (smiling) It's the second one. I see, well I quite understand that reasoning. (He stood up and stand in front of me)

Me: (looking up on his face) So....

Qing: (putting his hands on my waist) So what?

Me: So...what do you think about them?

Qing: (frowning) About what?

Me: (exasperated already) About my notes?

Qing: Oh that...it's okay I guess

Me: (face turning sour) It's okay, you guessed?

Maybe he saw how his answer irritates me because his eyes started to shift around, avoiding my gaze.

Qing: It's...it's very you...(he looked proud with that response)

Me: (eyes still shooting daggers at him) It's very me, what do you mean by that?

Qing: (sweat forming on his forehead) It's...you know...do I really have to describe them? When did I became a critic?

Me: I just asked you what you think about them, I didn't ask you to be a critic. It's just my notes you know, no wrong or right answer, this is not a trap. Just tell me your honest opinion.

Qing: But that's my honest opinion. It's you...simple, funny, cute, sometimes awkward and a bit emotional. It's so you...like you are but in written form.

Me: Really?

Qing: Really! And I like it. (Frowning again) No, I think I found it amazing. You are amazing. To be able to put into words what you are thinking is something awesome. You know not a lot of people can do that. People had a habit of hiding what they really think and feel because they are afraid to be judged and found lacking. But you...you write it up. I'm not saying that your every word makes sense but...I think you are awesome.