Wanja (at Kith Café)
Love you baba to the moon and back! 😘
When it comes to the prospect of new love, I’m a mess, I’ll admit. Probably because with relationships come a certain level of inevitable emotional vulnerability, and I can’t seem to shake the mental image of myself stripping down to bare bones to let someone new in, only to have him find that there is nothing there to keep him warm at night, nothing but dusty skeletons of loves I’ve yet to put to rest.
Always a good time with these people! <3 (at 4Fingers Crispy Chicken)
#ballin (at ONE°15 Marina Club)
When you two first met, you didn’t have a clue, nothing was clear. You felt it, of course you did. Like in the movies, the urge. That itch you need to scratch. It’s like when you look down the window on the 15th floor and feel that sudden irrational impulse to jump, for no reason. You’re scared…
More like Indian lah dey. Chak dum dum
I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.