So in love

Dear Irene,

 I really had the best day today. But I wished I had recorded everything that happened when we were together. I love the way how he made my heart skipped a beat when he came to fetch me up. I thought I would ruin that perfect timing when he looked so handsome coming out of his car, but I held myself back.

 I love the time when I was just out of idea of where we were heading to, and I got to stay in the car longer with him. One time, he traced the area below my eye -- where the eyebag was and I couldn't help but to smile. Then I watched as he sat before me, having his lunch. I didn't order food for myself because I wouldn't get to pay my full attention to the human being that sat across to me. He was just too adorable. I love how I get to hold his gaze at that time and just look into his eyes. I felt like I was having a great time. The hair that I wanted to ruffle the most was styled up adorably that fitted his handsome face. I wished I could just stayed at that moment.

 4:38 p.m. We stayed in his car, having me to decide where else to go. I had troubles on trying to connect the reality and fantasy in my mind. He was planting kisses on the back of my hand and my palm, pressing them gently on his lips and his cheek. I never felt so loved that way. I was almost swooning and I knew if he continued doing that, I couldn't control myself from kissing him.

 He started driving back again, his hand was grasping mine. I fell in love with his warmth and how it felt on the cold palm of my own. Each time his hand left mine, I felt so chilly, never have I ever loved warmness kissing my cold skin that way. The way he rubbed my chin gently and how he was caressing my cheek soothingly... My, oh my. I don't want him to stop. I wouldn't want him to stop. I felt sleepy but my heart was errupted with flowers, the butterflies fluttered their wings and how I wished that's how I get lulled everytime I go to bed. I felt so so into him.

 The whole world seemed like it has stopped for a while when he grasped my hand again and I kissed it. But the time was ticking, and it was like being fast forward to 6. He commented on how soft my lips were but he didn't know that his were softer when he kissed mine. He'd sometimes trace his thumb on my bottom lip. It was tormenting me. I wanted to pull him over and plant a longing kiss on his, but I couldn't. I was so in dazed and too weak to even move.

 We reached to the place where I live, my heart was shrinking. I didn't wanna go yet, but I had to. I  missed my mother too and was too scared if she was going to scold me for reaching home past my curfew. He stopped his car again, a bit far from the guard house. I didn't want to leave him yet but he provoked me that I won't be getting any kiss. I was upset, but maybe he could tell that. So he was trying to lift my mood up saying, "come here," my heart started feeling giddy and I inched closer to his face and he kissed me on my cheek. I felt like the happiest girl to ever feel alive.

 Soon he continued driving to my house and I stayed for a little while as I stared at him. I really hate goodbye. I don't like to say it to him. And he didn't hold my hand anymore that time and the magic was gone. My palm felt a little bit warm but I don't like it. I like his warmness better. Then I kissed his soft cheek and the face that I will miss all the time. Later he waited for awhile after I got out of the car and let me get inside.

Just as he left, I felt so craving. Craving of his touch. Sleepy too. And I missed him.