Him

He makes me happy and makes me try things I never thought I would. He makes me look forward to tomorrows and makes me wonder at the same time if he'd even be here to stay. He frustrates the shit out of me but I think I don't mind getting frustrated. He let's me slap him when he calls me horrible names. He introduced me to his world and I don't think I've met a bunch of people warmer than his friends. He doesn't get me. But he tries. And if you're reading this; it's ok, you don't have to understand me.

I don't think about him the moment I wake up nor is he the last person I think about bef I sleep. We don't text much and we don't chat on the phone either. When I have a problem to solve, he's not exactly the person I think of first to tell.

I think about him when I'm getting mints from 7-11 and there's Kinder Bueno, cause it's his favourite. I'd think about him when I hear "Girls Girls Girls" because that's his SMS alert for the longest time since I remembered. I'd think about him when I walk pass Sakae/ Soup Spoon cause we've been planning to eat there for ages but our plans always fall through. I'd think about him when i catch a waft of Polo Black frm some other guy passing by. My mind goes to him when it wanders or when I'm idle at work. See, I enjoy thinking about him. I don't think about him bec I have to. Sometimes I rmb random snippets frm our convos & it just cracks me up. And after laughing in my head (or out loud) I know he would rmb no such thing cause his memory is uselessly short term. hahaha.

We're comfortable. And abrupt.

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