Wednesday, June 6, 2012
In His Car
He was holding my hand.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"I'm just happy...really happy..."
He drove on.
We were both silent.
It was almost dawn.
We were out the whole night with his friends.
He introduced me to his friends.
He said I was the guy he was not ashamed to introduce to his friends or family.
He said I was the guy he could be proud of.
He broke the silence.
He looked a bit serious for some reason
"So...I don't have to worry?" he asked.
"That you might find someone else. Someone you have more in common with..."
I smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Of course not. I'm yours." I said.
"You know I was feeling a bit insecure earlier because you and my friends had so much to talk about. You watch the same shows, read the same books, listen to the same music."
"Awww you're so cute..."
"Stop it" he said blushing a little.
"Listen, you don't have to worry about me finding someone else. I have you. What more can I ask for? Never doubt the feelings I have for you."
He was smiling again.
I like it when he smiles.
He looks like a kid on Christmas morning opening his gift.
He was still holding my hand.
He squeezed it tighter.
"Still, I was feeling insecure kasi you guys had so much to talk about" he said but this time he was laughing.
"You're so cute you know that?" I teased.
"Do not put this on your blog" he suddenly said.
"Of course not" I answered.