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so i was looking at him and when he caught my gaze, i smiled. he smiled too and it was so beautiful… i couldn’t help but look the other side and push his face away. we’re literally sat on the couch in the living room…

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most of the time, he takes care of the cooking while i sit on the chair, keeping him company and helping out. however, when he asks me to get something from the fridge, i either hand it to him right away or take so long trying to find it that i start doubting if we even bought it. but he insists so confidently that we did and tells me he placed in there himself ! i end up questioning whether we bought it at all, by then, i’ve crouched down and started organizing the fridge while he’s either searching the top shelf behind me or focused on what he’s doing, patiently waiting—only to finally find it shoved way at the back behind everything. after handing it to him, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his embrace for a kiss on my temple.

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you make me so happy, i find myself coming to you even before you come to me.

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we didn’t make any love during those nights he stayed at my place. we just sat on the bed talking, and he hid under the blanket because he refused to wear a shirt, and the room was cold. so instead, he just hugged me while we kissed sometimes. it’s always soft ones on places other than the lips—just the corner of his lips or his upper lip. he likes it and leans closer. the way his neck and jaw look when he keeps leaning forward like a fool—my fingertips tracing down his neck and he just nuzzles a lot.

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when he said "my angel" .... my angel.

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we were cooking together once, trying a new recipe, and when we were almost done, he was like, “let me try.” and his reaction was pure shock—it seems to be so delicious that i started jumping happily. after he’s done chewing, he gets all dramatic about how good it is and i started dancing ? he insists i try it too. taking his time to carefully choose the best piece or so he says then waiting patiently for my reaction while i chew. the slap on his arm is all he needs to know and i'm jumping again, he's nodding proudly.

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ehm, there are so many moments... like every time i’m exhausted, craving to be cared for or comforted, every time i taste something delicious and think, “it’d be even better if we were sharing this.” like every time i look up on a walk and see the bright moon, and thoughts of you instantly fill my mind. in those moments, nothing can replace the feeling of wanting to see you. i think love must be that amazing feeling that turns wanting into sharing—a mix of not wanting to worry you but craving your care.

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i love being with him sooo much. i'm always laughing and genuinely happy and i can just throw myself at him and he'll hold me and literally doing anything has me satisfied, drinking sugarcane juice together, walking home beside each other at night, having dinner together at any random restaurant, talking about complete nonsense on that couch be clingy sometimes...

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i want to feel excited and look forward to the next day... my life is really dull. i think it all needs a tiny change but what could it be ? that's what i want to know.

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(ﾉ＾◡＾)ﾉ︵ ┻┻ if you care ~

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the first seconds of setareh and silent emotion.

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i really enjoy feeding him, mainly because he cooperates just to please me, and that makes it all so adorable ! so whenever we're out together at a food market, i buy whatever catches my eye. if it tastes good, i immediately try to get him to have a bite too. in the next moment, i held the skewer to his mouth, gazing at him with glowing eyes—my meaning couldn’t have been clearer ; try this !— “i'm really full honestly...”

(≖_≖ ) full ? my arm was starting to get tired from holding the skewer, so i pushed it closer and urged him, “what do you mean full ? eat this first, then you can be full.”

"alright" he grabbed my hand and bit off the grilled meat.

“so, what do you think ? pretty good, right ?”

he nodded. “it's pretty good, but…” "but ?" "i can easily make it for you at home."

"..."

"if you couldn't make an omelet, are you going to know how to make this ?"

"it was just one time that i forgot !"

"..." he forgot and let it burn, making the entire house smell disgusting ( `−ㅿ−´)

"fine, i won’t make you anything. i'll just make it for myself."

"ya ! if you're gonna do it anyway, consider me too. even if it doesn't turn out good, at least we tried something nice~" "and if it turns out good ?"

.... why am i suddenly shy ...?

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when my gaze is lowered so he wouldn't see me and he just leans down a bit then tilts his head so he can look at me properly. with a smile he says look at me...

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like grocery shopping together to fill our fridge, planning meals together, and talking about moments of the day right when we get home or flopping onto the couch only for him to rub my back. you seem to be in a good mood !

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i want a long vacation ... and call your name happily then hug me.

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que tu es belle... que tu es belle ? que tu es belle !

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we were at the beach and you gave me an orange juice that fell on the table. you were disappointed cause it's so refreshing and you wanted me to try it then you didn't want to wash the table but i helped you anyway~