the perfect almost-couple.

it seems as if i've been wanting to write about you since forever.

i never got the chance though, at least not without a dozen different nicknames to mask your identity. LMG, gengming, poster child, imaginary boyfriend from business & whatnot.

you know what? i don't care anymore. i don't care who finds out about you, us. i don't give a shit. my lovelife is MINE, for keeps. just as you are mine for keeps. and me for you. don't argue :)

i'm not being overly contented. you keep me on my toes. you bring me up and down more often than any rollercoaster could, and in less time too. just when i thought i forgot what it was like to be in love, you come along. you make my heart pound and my stomach flutter all at once, i didn't even know it could do that.

i've never been in love.
but i should know the feeling; especially since i'm feeling it.

you piggyback me up the stairs, then pretend i didn't nearly break your back. you flip me up, down, around and sling me over your shoulder in a fireman's hold while i scream madly and dig my nails into you. i pinch your nose and flip your ears while you drive, you/i know you miss it when i don't. you play with my hair and bite me randomly, even though you complain there's not much to bite. i sit and jump on you when no one's watching, you say i bully you. which I DO. you do your pseudo nigger-'thang' and jerk the car to the sound of the music blasting whilst i TRY to stick my elbow out the window. i trip over the car park thing behind the car and fall right into you on our makeup first date. i spill hot cocoa all over us in a restaurant while we can't seem to stop laughing and end up with huge patches of brown poo-looking stuff on my skirt and your jeans. you find all my crazy ranting and conversing with myself in F language cute. you secretly enjoy the way i embarrass myself. i think the way you look when you sleep is adorable. i'm amused by the rumbly sounds i hear when i put my ear against your stomach. you obligingly cut my fingernails for me exactly in half like i said, mostly because you don't want them poking you in the ribs. we compete to see who can NOT sms the other first. the knowledge that i'll see you after work is the only thing that gets me through the day, everyday.

you're probably the only person i know who makes me feel SANE, in comparison of course.

i say we're the perfect almost-couple, you say we're the almost perfect couple.

i swear i don't want the squabbling and bickering to start. or if possible, at all. if not being a couple boyfriend-girlfriend is what it takes, i'm ALMOST content with being just that.

the perfect almost-couple.