My heart feels like it's on the verge of bursting into a million pieces, but in a good way.

Is it the way you look at me? Or the way you stare at me until I can no longer speak. Maybe it's just the way you squeeze my hand right before letting go. The way you insist on matching on random days. The way you tell me you love me even though you have your cranky voice on. Or maybe, it is simply the act of loving me that has got me so enthralled in the idea of you.

Stupid to think that I might just love you this much. Scared shitless that you will hurt me and I'll end up all lonely and on my own but I still have to take the risk and I have no idea why. It scares me to admit all these things but those nights in Penang where we just sat on the balcony looking at the stars were some of the best. You'd grab my hand and give it a kiss and that would be it for me. I can't help but melt into your arms. To kiss you the minute I see you.

I see you everyday and it hasn't gotten boring yet, I think it's only made it more interesting for us. I must admit that it feels nice to have someone who I know will be there. When I'm angry or sad, you are sure to be there. Always ready to drive home from college if I'm not up to it.

So maybe it's the way you have selective hearing with me. Or the way you ignore when you get angry. Maybe even your sudden bursts of anger pointed towards me. I wasn't ready to fall in love when you came along but now, when we sit in the car, singing and harmonizing to all your favourite oldies, I still want to turn towards you and give you a kiss.