when he looks at me, his brown eyes tells his soul…
I’m gonna miss…
you holding my hand protectively whilst we cross the street…
coming home to your ‘cave’ after work…
our lazy weekends together…
your lingering scent on me…
waking up beside you and watching you sleep soundly like a child…
kissing your forehead and telling you "I love you"…
lying on your chest and hearing your heartbeat…
you wrapping your arms around me firmly in a big bear hug…
your soft kisses all over me…
the way your brown eyes twinkle with sanctity when you smile…
your dad’s ‘mouth-watering’ cooking without a doubt…
playing with baby Sarah and teaching her to say "I love you"…
watching you play with baby Sarah [you really are awesome with her!]…
hearing your family share stories about your childhood days…
you teasing me endlessly about anything and everything…
the way you seem to easily charm everyone into adoring you…
everyone telling me what a sweetheart you are…
the shy little boy that emerges unsuspectingly within you…
you goofing around mischievously just to get me to lighten up…
the way you huskily whisper "I love you" in my ear…
Elvis missing Julie…
your stud…
Elvis…
you…
I’m gonna miss my ’selah orang’!
