|Posted on 12 June, 2015 at 3:55||comments (3)|
The other side was green; I mean really green because it was a serene field with crops. Suddenly; the lush started moving in the opposite direction; yeah! I was traveling via train. I smiled when the train moved; then I thought “awww! Where is he?” and searched him holding the grills of the window that didn’t allow me to pop my head out.
“Hey!” he said and sat next to me with a bisleri bottle and packs of chips and biscuits.
“Phew!” I said, and settled my head on his chest; I really love the factor that I feel extremely comfortable and safe in there; under his arms where he wraps my whole hand with his.
We were moving synonymously left and right along with the train and that’s when he cottoned the headset in my left ear and he took the right; the headset resembled a heart shape with us colliding our heads to fit in the earphones length.
He loves to hear me sing and I hummed the songs we were hearing; he smiled and planted a kiss on my forehead.
He left to use the washroom; and was back in a few minutes; that’s when I raised my volume to sing.
“Easy, easy! Why so loud? People around are looking at you!” he held my right fist and gestured widening his eyes.
“Because, I know that the right side of the headset isn’t working!” I said and he planted another kiss!
|Posted on 31 May, 2015 at 11:30||comments (2)|
He: what if we breakup?
Me: things are real fine between us, why this talk?
He: because, I don't have our "Together" pictures, I don't save our chats, I don't really have anything to prove we are in a relationship, but you do.
Me: I thought saving these are cute, and I feel you when I see our pictures and chats, what's actually bothering you?
He: Am just wondering..whether...
Me: I will misuse those against you? I mean go social about us and hold your collars that you ditched?
He: "kinda, not exactly, but... Yeah!" he spelled after a gulp
Me: Am simple, I will kill you in the next #HeMeStory and move on, you know!
|Posted on 18 May, 2015 at 0:55||comments (0)|
"Am leaving, its time," he said.
"Why? We have some 20 minutes left," I raised my brows watching my Swatch.
"Am afraid, your eyes and lips are intimidating, I might kiss you any sooner," he said.
"What stops you?" I was tempted too
"I just want the first kiss to be super special, am saving it," he told with pride.
My dear boyfriend it would be the millionth time, I rehearse kissing you every minute, I thought!
He read my mind and .........!
|Posted on 22 April, 2015 at 1:05||comments (0)|
Errr, it was difficult to get up all by myself with a fractured right hand. Luckily, he is always around to change my angles between obtuse and acute, to cushion me with a pillow.
"Been a month that I hit a parlour, I look so bad, right?" I asked him with a pumpkin frown.
"No strawberry pie, you are always cute," he smiled and removed the books next to me to get closer.
I love meeting his sparkling eyes, and that blush always updates my smile.
"I love your unkempt hair, messy thick brows, chicken egg eyes, and mountain shaped lips that look alike a pencil sketch, except..."
"Except?" I raised my brows
"This thin honey coloured moustache you have," he said and had a hearty laughter.
The loop continued with the pumpkin frown, sparkling eyes and stretched smile.
|Posted on 20 April, 2015 at 11:25||comments (0)|
"Give some rest to your eyes, enough rolling the pupil, searching the next plot for your story?" he asked.
"I don't write with what my pupil sees around, I write what it sees, when my eyelids meet" I said.
"I know, just kidding, so all your stories are from within?"
"Yeah," I smiled and adjusted to sit comfortably in the bike, and we had a nice ride, together.
"So, what's the story today," he asked, when I waved my bye before he left.
"You," I said.
"So, am within you?"
"Always!" I thought.
|Posted on 19 April, 2015 at 9:55||comments (0)|
"Hey cuteness, wassup?" he asked while he rest his right palm flat next to my coffee mug that read "World's cute girlfriend" in my cabinet.
"Chup, been weeks that we broke up," I raised my right brow alone, which he usually admire.
He bit his tongue and asked, "How many days? you remember? I owe a party to many!" He winked again, which I really love in him.
"Wait," I said and punched in random keys in the Password textbox of my gmail, which said "Your password was changed 49 days ago," when I hit Enter.
"There you go!" 49 days." I said.
He laughed and walked away, with the coffee mug.
|Posted on 19 April, 2015 at 9:55||comments (0)|
"Dumbo, enough of it, follow your dreams," he said and walked forward thinking I would walk on his footsteps. But, I had to take a ninety degree turn and walk away, without turning back.
We turn once in a while, share a charming smile, but walk ahead in our own directions.
|Posted on 19 April, 2015 at 9:50||comments (0)|
"What you do?" He asked.
"Am a writer," I said and carefully took my coffee mug to sip the latte. It tasted blunt, I tore one sugar sachet among the four.
He admired my furrow over the sugarless coffee, which I did notice but ignored for the sake of it. He smiled and said, "Well am a reader,"
The moment he uttered the word, I stopped stirring, but the coffee didn't