Written August Series — Days 25, 26, 27

Dyah Saraswati
Aug 27, 2017 · 2 min read

A scratch to your back, another push into me. I threw my head back, screaming pleasure, forgetting the world.

You’re good at making me forget.

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A whip cream on your nose, flour to my hair. I slapped your arm, you give me a smile.

You’re good at making me laugh.

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A touch of your lips on mine, a hand wrapped around my waist. I sigh, you sigh.

You’re good at kissing. Damn.

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A pat to my head, a groan from my lips. I can’t seem to get it, but you still went on with your explaining.

I’m not that sorry anymore for being less intelligent than you.

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My hands on my eyes, your arms wrapped around me. I jumped on my chair — you held me back, kissing my hair.
You’re good at protecting.

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Popcorn in between, though my head couls still lay comfortably on your shoulders. I won’t tell anyone you cried during The Notebook, but don’t tell anyone I liked it either.

You’re good at keeping secrets, aren’t you?

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The sound of the ocean on my right, the commotion of human activity on my left. You, kneeling upon me, giving me that goddamn puppy eyes, and a ring in a velvet box.

Of course I said yes. You’re good at making me fall in love.

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I once thought I wouldn’t find anyone, that I would stay here, alone, doing my thing.

You proved me wrong. I am here. But I’m not alone. And we’re doing this together.

You’re in my mind; heart; house; speed dial; life, always, never leaving.

I won’t trade it for the world.

I won’t trade you for anything else.

. (d. 17/8/27. 3pm.) | my forever addiction |

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