When The Wrong Feels Right

Person:
Smoker, player (both literally and figuratively), easily struggles about sexy things.

Work:
Fan boy, opportunist, self-driven, no long term plans, only wants status.

God:
Agnostic.

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Person:
Touchy, takes the initiative, reliable, intentional.

Work:
Hardworking, volunteers easily.

God:
Knows Trading Yesterday.

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What I really like about him:

The way he touches me. The way he wraps his hands around mine when taking the umbrella. He never lets me hold the umbrella for him -- he always snatches it away from my hand. He always pour water on my glass first, and continues to do so as I eat. He always says he'll take care of me, he'll protect me, and he'll never let me go astray. And he fulfills it.

He walked me home after learning there are guys whistling after me. He brings jacket the next day after he hears that I'm cold. He said he will hug me tight if the taxi ever gets hit by a bus. We get a good laugh when watching his videos. The way he still sticks his shoulder next to mine even if I am on the farthest end of the car.

His low voice and perfect smile. His modulated voice, yes. The way he changes his voice when speaking to a strange man, and then softens when talking to me. How I am perfectly aware that I will be all right when I'm with him. The way he takes charge when he senses I'm in panic. The way he offers help every single time, even the smallest detail of reaching for a paper.

The way he appreciates the little things I do. The way he notices the little details: the path we took when we rode the cab together, the song that is stuck in my head last week, the way I flinch, my low blood condition, and the photo I liked from him. The way he is alarmed that I tend to lose interest easily. The way he touched my head, and called our commonplace "Tagpuan". They way he repeatedly says and proves that I will not have to worry about anything when I'm with him.

The way we laugh when we're together. Our inside jokes. His trivia about sports and guys and psychology. The way he called me "Tabu". The way he wants to ride the taxi with me. The way he wants to walk with me. The way he recommended "Trading Yesterday". The way he makes distant travels hilarious. The way he worried when I didn't reply. The way we sing together. The way we talk about books and songs.

The way he pats my head repeatedly. The way he notices when I'm feeling pressured, and the minute details of my cheekbones. The way he takes an extra ride just to ride with me. The way he approaches me and how my body seemed to have a homing device to be next to his. How sitting in silence completely natural. How I am so vulnerable around him.

I really enjoy him right now. And I don't want it to stop.