Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

perhaps it's when he says that my cheeks are like fuzzy peaches every time he pecks them with such enthusiasm. perhaps it's the way he makes me feel safe when he cups his palm over my ear as he puts me to sleep, seemingly removing clutter from my surroundings. perhaps it's his willingness to go the extra mile for me, even if it's just cravings for vermicelli from changi. perhaps it's the adoration; even after two years, that keeps me addicted. perhaps it's when he tells me that i'm beautiful when i least expected it, because sometimes, i feel like the biggest piece of shit on earth. perhaps it's the way he looks at me with such tender eyes that makes me fall right back in love.

i must have found the man who loves me more than i love him, merci beaucoup. however, love is not an equation--it adds on with every step you take together, and multiplies with each time your lips meet. but alas, it does not equate to anything, for there's nothing in this world that can be compared to a love this substantial.


thank you gavin.