I had chuckled to myself, and nestled between the soft comforters that hugged me tightly, providing a warmth and a luxuriant feel on my skin. As if on cue, the handphone lying beside me rang softly. His deep voice resonated from the other side of the phone and we chatted for a while, my laughter echoing around the small room. A few minutes later, i put down the receiver, having to respond to the call of mummy. After passing the mum her iron, i nestled back in bed, my latest read (Nina: Adolescence) in my hands, and there i read till around 10am.
Then i got up and strode into the computer room, the silence of the household rapturing my ears. Windows Media Player began crooning voices of John Mayer and Jason Mraz. I started on my homework accompanied by the heavenly voices of the two men, as well as the pattering of the raindrops and the occasional thunder.
Disclaimer:Contains mushy lovey dovey stuff which might cause reader to vomit. Avoid if possible.
You asked me why i don't speak up for the things i might want us to do when we go out. The answer is simple. I wanted to do things that would make you happy, and the things i want to do, might not make that happen.
I don't mind, travelling all the way to your area, or to your school, or to wherever you want to go for your deals. I don't mind, as doing this allows me to spend more time with you.
I don't mind, what my friends say, or the look on their faces, when they know i go to your area almost everyday after school just so that we can complete our homework together and to see each other. I don't mind them making fun of me. I don't mind, as in these moments we get to share what we did the whole day, and we get to make each other smile after a long hard day, or laugh over funny incidents that had happened.
I don't mind, when you call me late at night when i am sleeping, even after a long tiring day. A call at such a late time would mean you'd have something important to share with me, and i'd be more than happy to accompany you through the night.
I don't mind, when you have to cut an outing short because you're feeling ill. I'd rather see you nestled in bed on the way to a quick recovery, rather then you tag me everywhere with a stoned look on your face. I'd want you to smile when you're with me, just like the way i smile everytime im with you.
I don't mind, when you point out how dark i am, or how frizzy my hair is, or how i look like a boy sometimes. It hurts, but i don't mind. Cause it makes me remember to keep myself pretty and proper like a girl just so it please you (and myself).
I don't mind, when you sms me "Hey.. Can call me now?" a dozen times a day, as i love listening to your happy voice chattering non stop over a profitable handphone deal, or the discovery of a new song or something like that, and to hear you laugh gleefully over the phone.
I don't mind, when you jokingly punch/tickle/smack me, but ended up hurting me a little. I don't mind, as it makes me smile to see you laugh.
I don't mind most of the stuff that you say sorry to me for. I don't mind, as i love you.
