23rd

the sweetest thing in one mans life is to see her girl sitting on his couch, catching up on the years he had spent before he met her, laughing at the way he dressed like old mcdonald in a school program he performed at when he was a kid, giggling on the way he donned a white sando an underwear all things he thought then is that the thing between his legs is a bird; see how she interacts with his family, how his family is loving her, how she plays with his favorite cousin.

nothing could be more awesome than spending his day with her, as if telling her that there is more in his life ahead that they both would share on. somehow, the noise of the outside world suddenly seized from screaming, and all that existed was him and her. it felt as if the world stopped from spinning to witness how life begins for the both of them.

nothing could be more sweeter than to hold her close, savor the comfort of silence between them. run his finger on hers as if tomorrow will be gone today. nothing could be more sweeter than catching him staring at her and knows already the meaning of the words kept.

nothing could be more sweeter than to say nothing and feel the security they both bring. the meaning of their stares, the feeling of his hands on hers... and the brief moment where their worlds connived for an undening manifestation of the single most fundamental reason why they both love the way each other first said hi.