Rise & shine to a headache and a question

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning & it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

It is only mid-week, and I anticipate for a very well-rested weekend with my love. We planned to stay in her cozy crib with chips & our favourite dvds & feel each other's presence. Come dinner time, we'll satisfy our cravings. The phone with her few hours ago (which lasted for a good seventy-five minutes) was all food talk. It makes the both of us hungrier than ever, but too lazy to let the growling of our tummies go silent. Because both of classes start at different times, ever since I started class, we spend lesser & lesser time with each other. This gives the two of us time to think and to miss.

I still believe that absence makes the heart fonder. The lesser I see her these days, the more often I go 'Hi beeeee, I miss you' in our texts & phone calls. This, me likey :)


p/s: she called me princess last night when i texted her goodnight after our phone-call & i was so smitten.
p/p/s: i love you baby, even if you're gonna continue slurring your speech like how you did over the phone.