Though it may sound so so cheesy, the feeling was just so wonderful that I could really just hide in his arms and stay there for a long, long, long time.
The best times are those when we both just act goofily like little rascals. His craziness is really adorable. And though he’s fond of mocking me, he’d still find a way to make it up.
It is not always happy times for us. But it’s always our freedom to choose which side are we. And when I’m happy, I will always think of ways on how to maintain it. And this is one of my ways.