He had little to say, for all the words in the dictionary could not express the feeling he got from warmth of her scent. This scent's fine traces were only detectable when the proximity of their faces caused his eyes to refocus like a macro lens. He stroked her hair gently like guitarist playing a soft ballad. He studied her face, memorizing every curve, every nook and cranny. Her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones, her lips...
Intoxicating, he thought. To me this is heaven.
The morning sun peeked through the window and illuminated her face and gave it a glow like no other. Sleeping... beauty...
Her eyes opened slightly... and at the sight of him, she thrust her arms out as if she were in a pool drowning and hung on to him for dear life.
Baby... I love you.
Baby... I love you too. Meme ka lang. Meme...
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