[Not My Best But] It Doesn’t Have to Be Anything
it doesn’t have to be anything. it can just be the sound of your laughter, thrown in the air; natural and unsuppressed, the way your eyes crinkle up with joy, how you place your head against your arm on the table, shoulders shaking uncontrollably with mirth when something tickles your funny bone.
it doesn’t have to be anything. it can just be the quickness in which you play along and rebut my exaggerated sarcastic statements with yours, or how you attempt to speak in the language which you were not taught [not too badly, if i might say], the helpless S.O.S signals you sent me when Miss Host rattled on in the foreign language, oblivious to our.. deficiency in it. it can also be hearing your gentle calming voice over the line, and the smile that comes along with it.
it doesn’t have to be anything. it can just be the way you look from across the table, or how you busy yourself with your mobile; fingers flying nimbly across the screen. it can be you cooking our dinner at home; concentrating hard on the task at hand, head bent, eyes on the frying pan, or you making coffee for us in the morning.
it doesn’t have to be anything. it can just be how you let me meet the group[s] and were unafraid of showing affection; you do not hide and keep me in the shadows [to a certain extent i guess]. it can be the way you hum and sing in my presence, or how your eyes pierce mine when we dance, or the little actions you do almost unconsciously. it can be you being serious and sharing when i really need you to; it calms my paper-mache core, or you apologising to me for the lack-of-flower-giving when you noticed a bouquet on a table near us, or you chasing me halfway up the stairs to send me to my doorstep.
it doesnt have to be anything…
- the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t July 6th, 2008
