Fuck the language, fuck the flowery phrases.
This time, I'm bringing it to you; the one truth, each and every word. Straight up, Oblivious Ape-style.
I. Love. You.
I may have said it one too many times, or not enough. I can't be sure. But those three words...those three words are three words I could never be more certain about.
I love it when you smile, like when your picture's being taken, or when you see something funny and smiling's the only thing you can do without seeming rude.
I love it when we get close, and that, I believe, should be pretty self-explanatory.
I could go on forever.
Each and every week, I fervently count down the days, in strong and unrelenting anticipation of the moments, the weekends on which we would meet again. Each passing hour, minute, second feels like an eternity ; one of which becomes almost impossible to endure, but delivers a promise of near-limitless emotional rewards.
I understand if reading this scares you a little - hell, it scares me too - but it's like I can't hold it in anymore. It's because of one simple truth: that I honestly have not felt this way about anyone in, like, EVER. Which probably would seem pretty pathetic on my part, but hey, better late than never, huh?
Just being around you gives me a rush like no other video game or percussion arrangement can ever bring. It wouldn't be that far off to say that I am utterly hooked, fixated, and addicted. I don't know if I make it too obvious (this post would probably do it) or if this is normal behaviour (I'm assuming it isn't), but I want you to know that there is not a waking moment in my life that you are not on my mind.
And I am proud, unabashed and unashamed to admit that.
I can't help it; I probably should, but not doing so is a temptation that's far too great to ignore.
I realise I have my moments, and that you have yours too. What moments they are; we'll figure that one out as we go along.
For now, I'm just too fucking glad you came into my life when you did.
'Til next we meet.
Yours truly, in the truest sense of the word,
Hafeez Zainalabidin
Not the best picture, but 'twas the night I got high.Both on samba, and on you.
