The love, an impossible one, that I want is when he's my best friend and lover and confidante and body pillow. I want a love where our parents become best friends and have bets on when he'll ask me to marry him. We'll go camping on the beach, and sit alone at night under the stars that never seem to be visible in Singapore's sky. I want us to take cute couple pictures that bring envy to everyone's eyes because they'll not only be able to see our love, they'll feel it too. I want him to let me play video games with him and he does not have to worry about his k/d when he let me win. I want him to cook for me when I'm sick and let me know that I'll get better as long as he's here to care for me. I want him to surprise me with random bouquets of lowers, and when I complains that he sends too much, he'll give me handwritten cards/handmade things instead. I want him to feel safe in my arms, and fill a little bottle with my perfume so if he's away overseas, he can imagine me next to him. I want him to not need my number in his address book, because he had memorized it. But above all, I hope he'll tie my shoes for me everyday so that I will never fall for anyone else.
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