Hey, I want to snuggle with you.

I want to go lay on your bed, you on your back with your left arm outstretched just right for me to sidle up to you, my head resting perfectly on your shoulder, my left leg over yours and tucked under the back of your shin.  I want to snuggle with you and put my left arm on your chest and run my fingers up and over you, over your shoulder, touch your ear, run my nails down your arm until my hand falls to your chest where I feel you breathe in and out in and out and in again until you rest your hand on top of mine, feeling how much smaller it is, and envelop it altogether.

I want to snuggle with you and have your body warm mine.  I want to snuggle with you and stretch to put my cold toes over yours and laugh at the jolt of cold that now courses over you.  We'll laugh and you'll ask how any person can always be so cold and bring me tighter and closer to you, my head now on your chest, you pulling the covers over us.

I want to snuggle with you because I love hearing your heartbeat.  I love listening and then proudly pronouncing like a five year old, "I can hear your heart beat, babe," and you, half asleep, say back, "Oh yeah? What's it saying?"  I'll just smile to myself and not say anything.  We both know what it says.  We both know it says that right now, it's perfect.  Right now, there isn't anything that could make this better.

I want to snuggle with you and not have you think about work or class or the score of the game.  I want to snuggle with you in silence, and just be.  I want to snuggle with you and know that you enjoy it just as much as I do only to have the silence interrupted by a joke about the neighbor downstairs ruining a great moment with his loud rock music and we'll both laugh.

I want to snuggle with you because with you I feel safe.  I love the smell of your cologne, the way you think I'm sleeping and kiss the top of my head.  I want to snuggle with you and close my eyes and feel like everything is going to be okay, it's going to be alright.

You and me, a story that never gets old:')

Tak terasa, sudah setahun lebih aku memilikinya. Berbagi kisah hidup dengannya, berbagi canda tawa bersama, hingga tak ada lagi luka tersisa. Hanya bahagia terasa. Bahagia, yang telah membuatku lupa akan hobi lamaku. Menulis. Yap, kesedihan telah menjadi inspirasi terbaikku dalam menulis. Seperti sekarang ini. Aku kembali disini, karena perasaan itu datang lagi.

Ya, sedih itu datang lagi. Sedih yang melukai ulu hati. Sedih dan tak sanggup menangis lagi. Demi Tuhan, aku tak ingin seperti ini. Yang kuinginkan hanyalah bahagia, yang kutemukan pada sosok indah seorang pria.

Pria itu, separuh hatiku dicuri olehnya. Separuh jiwaku terbang bersamanya. Dia lah pujaan hatiku, dan juga temanku. Sedihku, dan bahagiaku. Tuhan, aku sungguh tak ingin kehilangannya.

Namun kenyataannya, waktu berjalan begitu cepat. Begitu cepat hingga membuatku takut akan kehilangan waktu. Takut akan keterburu-buruannya yang membawaku semakin cepat sampai pada ujung waktu. Oh Tuhan, aku tak ingin menemui ujung waktu. Aku benci dia. Aku benci kesedihan yang telah diciptakan olehnya. Aku benci setiap tetes air mata yang jatuh saat bertemu dengannya.

For my lovely one

I want to wake up next to you, eat breakfast with you, get changed with you, play computer games with you, watching movies with you in bed, hold your hand and watch tv, send you cute texts, buy you gifts, nap together, wear your comfy hoody when I'm cold, look into your eyes, be with you at sunrise and sunset, cook for you, walk in the rain with you, fall asleep whilst on the phone to you, snuggle in bed, mess up your hair, and kiss you good night.




P.S : Wherever you are now, I miss you.