Moments

nose's still blocking. eyes heavy. but the truth is, she's never been happier. she's never had her feet swept off like this. sigh. le sigh.

there are so many things she wants to say. mostly things about what she feels inside but also things that happened. yet she doesnt really know how to. she wants to talk about the moment. that moment. those moment that tingle all her senses during the conversation. and all that that make her stomach churns after they hung up.

remember the utterance of all the sweet nothingness? all the 20 minutes to an hour and more. even the lil conversation over the fb comments and the pic? all she wanted to do as he speaks bout his concern is to hold him tight and make it all go away.

the laughters. the flutters of heart. the whole big mush of feelings and emotions that grow sporadically in the pit of her stomach. ah and the anticipation for those words that makes her cringed, no not in a disgust way, but more of blood rush, heart race coupled with butterflies in stomach - the zha zha zhu feelings. she thought the butterflies would go away as time goes but it never did. they can always find its way to sneak through her. that's when she wants to grab a fistful of him so badly, melts into him and tell him how much she's fallen for him.

sometimes she still wonders where they are heading. but during times like this that’s fine. during times like this all she wonders is how they can be so lucky to have met each other and be in love. so where they are right now is fine – for the moment, this is where they belong. this place in between two lines and two boxes.