boyfriend frustrated me yesterday, he promised me a date but ended up saying he was joking. and he says i
merajuk all the time, how can i not when he constantly pulls pranks on me.
okay, whatever, that was yesterday and it's all but forgotten, almost that is. i need to pull a prank on him myself but knowing me, I'll never succeed. heartbreak much?
anyways yesterday night, before i actually wandered off to sleep. i made a startling revelation, an epiphany of some sort. well it's startling to me 'cos i never thought of it myself. maybe others have but it's my story now so you can leave if you find it redundant or whatever.
i wondered if every single kiss that him and i shared is as good as the first time. the first kiss that sealed our relationship in all it's un-contemporary glory. our kisses have always been intense, so i was wondering if it was more intense the first time or gradually building up or it has always been the same. maybe i should try remembering our first kiss the next time we kiss. wonder how that'll turn out....
one thing is for certain, i still have butterflies in my stomach every time i'm with him. maybe the butterflies are blind and can't get out, maybe they don't want to get out, maybe they can't get out 'cos it's too dark inside. I'm typing nonsense again.
whatever the reasons the butterflies may have for still being in my tummy after two years and four months, I'll be grateful 'cos the feeling is just too damn good to give up.