I'm having a productive day. From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew you're the one that I'll be seeing. The first thing that came to my mind is, how lucky I am to have someone like you. Someone who can read what's on my mind. Someone who knows what I wanted just by observing my actions. Someone who can stare at my eyes lovingly as if I'm someone she can only see. Someone who always finds a way to comfort and support every action I take. Someone who loves me endlessly, like I'm the one that she'll spend the rest of her life.

With us, laying in the bed, where we made love last night, I can't believe how we end up in this situation. Just you and me, away from the eyes of perpetrators, and just having a great time. I can't bear to lose someone like you. With your eyes still close, heaving, and with your chest going up and down. I trace my eyes from your pointed nose to your pouty lips that lure me to kiss you, to your attractive neck that is calling for my mark, to your hourglass body, and finally, to your long-legged. That is the time you opened your eyes, and I'm blessed by your gracious and conscious presence. You smiled at me because you knew that it is my kind of thing to just admire you while you sleep. I'd be screaming my heart out and praying to God that I'm thankful for letting me meet you.