We were eating fries this one time. She had finished half of her bucket. Ever so adorably, she looked at mine being completely full and made that face, that stare with sparkling innocent baby eyes. “I’m gonna have your bucket hahaha??…”, she laughed making it sound like a question, like she was asking if she could take it. But being nervous if I would give it to her. Therefore she just put the question out to me in the most adorable way I have ever known. My heart melted right away at seeing how gullible she is.
Like, I have given you my heart! Why on earth wouldn’t I give you my fries?? I mean, everyone knows it’s a universal fact that no matter how many bucket of fries the guy gets, all of them belong to his girl. We don’t make these rules. It is, what it is. Hearing her sneakily joke and politely ask about taking my bucket of fries, I laughed. And immediately swapped her bucket of fries with mine. Now I had two things, a half bucket of fries, and a really happy baby that came with the bucket of fries uncalled for, but I’d take it with open arms anytime.
I remember when we’d take pictures, she’d be so indulged in finding the most perfect scene. She’d run here and there like a cute little minion that she is, and when she finds it, she’d get super excited like a little baby so young at heart. And I wouldn’t say anything but stare her in absolutely awe of her, falling in love with her all over again. Before I say anything romantic to her, she would just shut me up by jumping with excitement asking me to make sure that the sun is shining on her right side of the face, just next to her nose, but not more than that. I would take her pictures till the sun sets. We’d have a whole album of her. And on our way back she’d say that only two pictures are postable, with a smirk on her face, just trying to annoy me..
That’s what intimacy is, I guess. It happens right there within the smallest of things you do together. It just happens without even trying, that’s what makes it so breathtakingly beautiful..
