Two Spoons, the little and big one.

As I lay in bed, laying and holding this wonder of a woman of whom I still ask myself, infact,
I did aloud:
"What did I do to get this woman?"

yet I continue to answer it with:
"I don't care, I'm glad I did whatever I did, I'd do it again and again"

I simple tear dropped from my green eyes whilst dwelling on a simple thought, a simple reality, a simple formality, a simple fact.

I loathed the fact I did this, yet loved it with what remains of my heart.

As she layed there I played with her soft hair with one hand and held her at the waist whilst she slept in the other and slowly kissed her back, her beauty is amazing and I sighed softly.

I physically cannot find fitting words for this woman, in-order to describe her I would have to have NASA find an unknown planet that would speak in code, then I would have to have it translated to German, from German it would be translated to French, from French to Spanish, from Spanish it would be translated to Japanese, from Japanese it would be translated to English, even then the words aren't fitting.

She looks amazing in my Vintage 1980's Raybans, She enjoys the sweet taste of Cinamon from Gudangs, She makes the little things like holding hands feel good, She makes the big things even better and bigger, there are not words that fit in-order to describe her appropriately, I wouldn't want to attempt it and insult her, not that it'd be an insult to her, but it'd never be complete, It'd keep getting added on and on and on.

I know that no doubt she will not read this until she gets home on Monday, if she does beforehand then it may be for the better, it may not, only the almighty Touge gods know, if she reads this I want her to come up to me, kiss me on the lips, look me in the eyes and say "Shizam"

Simple fact is that this woman has allowed me to do something that I didn't believe I would do anytime soon, or again?

I once truly doubted a feeling I once had for another, what I felt previously may have been real, it may not have been, even if that wasn't real, the feeling that I had previously that could have been plutonic is now a reality, all those possible plutonic feelings are nolonger plutonic, they are real thing that I feel with this woman.

Without realising it this woman has also been a shoulder to talk and cry on, hug and kiss, it feels good, its amazing, its beyond me how I managed to get this woman.

She has also made me realise that I have one problem down.

I got 99 problems bu-

I will make a seperate blog post specifying the problem solved later, she deserves her own post again without a doubt.