happy-sad happy

each time we see each other, and each time one of us leaves to go back home, it's always bittersweet. it's always happy-sad. it's always increasing neverending love.

it's not just the sex. it's not only about the sex. yes, the sex is good. (actually, it's more than good, it's fabulous.) but it's not just the sex. it's everything. it's about being together. it's about hanging out with her. it's about going places with her, seeing things with her, experiencing stuff with her, doing little romantic cheesy things with her, crying with her, touching her, laughing together with her.

you could say this post is more than a little cheesy. you could say this post sounds immature because it seems rather like a post by some gushing lovestruck little girl.but it's more than that. it's more than this lovestruck little girl.

it's about finally knowing how it's like being with her all the time. it's about finally realising that i have the one i have always dreamt of.

it's about realising that sometimes, dreams do come true, and that the love of your life really does exist for you, to be with you.

do you know what i love most about being with her? i love laughing with her. i love laughing together with her. we don't just laugh at each other, but we laugh with each other. i never really understood how one could laugh with another, but now i know.

i really love laughing together with her. how we would just see or hear something incredibly funny, and we would just start laughing together. or how she would know what i'm thinking, and we would just start laughing together. our very own private joke.

a friend who was with us saw us laughing together, and said, "you both are in your own world again."

that's what i love. us having our own little world. us laughing at our own private jokes.

us being the love of each other's lives.