Just spent 42 hours with you; consisted of kisses, hugs, alcohol, movies, coke, popcorn, chocolate, whipped cream, chips and my dog, all in the presence of my mattress on my living room floor.
We spent every waking moment (and asleep) on that bed and it instantly reminded me a scene from The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, where he and Claire lived together and lived on their mattress for a while because they didn’t have money.
42 hours. We fought. We cried. We laughed. We joked. It was basically everything put into one; crammed into 42 hours. You cooked for me, I told you to wash up, and we drank whiskey and ate popcorn at 4 in the morning.
Movies after movies. Kiss after kiss. It felt so good to wake up next to you in the morning with your arms around me and you whispering ‘Good morning baby’.
But I’m not sure whether it was all the kissing, all the cooking, all the eating, the singing, the jokes, or whatever, that makes me still smile like an idiot. I’m not sure whether it was when I woke up and you were singing ‘By My Side’ by David Choi to me. I’m not sure whether it was you constantly holding me and telling me you love me.
I’m really not sure which part it was,
but it definitely gave me a taste of our future together.
And baby, I’m freaking looking forward to it.
Every second of it.