I am still up awake at this time not because I gave a fuck about the scoreline between Manchester City and Fulham. Both of them can fuck themselves at mid table. Other than having Princess accompanying me by the webcam, which is a strong motivation to stay up, I am actually working.
Yes, working. I feel more professional , in the sense that, I constantly remind myself that in a team, we work differently and what makes each of us so special and crucial is our specialized knowledge in our own roles. And for that, I shall take a huge step. Like Chee Yong and I agreed, none of us do things to screw up the process. Gah.
Okay, entry proper.
I don't remember how it feels like being inside her. Roaming freely, knowing that she will wrap herself around me, keeping me safe. I can only tell you how it feels like from what I can remember. But, words mentioned can never be strong enough to illustrate how I felt back then. It seemed like, at that time, the world suddenly reshuffled and it doesn't matter if it felt like it had turned squarish or whatever. What mattered was the space which contains the both of us. The structure that supports our weight.
I can't exactly let her know how I feel like she always asked me to because whatever I mention, in her perspective, mounts pressure. She doesnt even see her future with me, not even a speck of my fingernails. And upon having that thought, I was awfully quiet today. As though I've been shocked by ghost.
Then we were at the book shop. I hugged her from the back and surprisingly, felt her leaning back on me, wrapping my arms which were around her waist. She tilted her head to the side as she was telepathically aware that I intended to land a few kisses on her neck. And nothing else mattered.
And to wrap up her gift for today, she included me in her wallpaper. Created by her with the help of Picasa tools. Presenting, her wallpaper :
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