I get them everytime I think of our moments together. You holding my hand, kissing me on the cheek, telling me you love me and all the sweet little things you do for me.
I used to only read it in my favorite paperback novels. And I had long since wanted to know what it felt like. Then it happened. You made it happen.
But it's not the same as the real thing. It was the most amazing sensation I have ever felt.
I enjoyed every moment of our weekend together.
Thanks for the sweet songs you played before we went to sleep. for sharing your breakfast with me and us having coffee float. for helping me and walking beside me all the way to the crater. for holding my hand and making sure I did not injure myself on our way back. for holding my hand on the bus on our way back to reality. for letting me rest my head on your shoulder so I could feel comfortable and fall asleep. for everything, big and small, that you did for me. thank you, mahal.
I just have a confession to make. I lied when I told you I fell asleep on the bus. Truth is I did not. How do you expect me to sleep when you were holding my hand, when I had my head on your shoulder and you pushing my hair away from my face?
I wanted to swoon. It was just too much. You were too much. I could hardly breathe and the butterflies in my stomach would not let me sleep.
Thanks again, Mahal. I love you. :)