I love watching him. Observing him. I love our morning calls, our night calls, our evening calls and every text in between. I love how our silence grows but it doesn't bored me. I love seeing him focusing on work. I love how he talks, how his dimples shows when he smiles. I love his tossled hair, his half asleep eyes. Oh I especially love his sleepy voice. I love that twinkle in his eyes, or his welling eyes when he's sad. I love the way his voice raised when his angry because I feel his fume is quite manly. I love him too much and its too overwhelming that I need to step away.
Just a few step away to find myself.
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