Yesterday he valiantly tried (but failed) to rescue me from my bad sense of direction. 

And today he excitedly told me "Do you know that G Dragon's coming to Malaysia next week?" 

That is so cute. Really. 

He also got a Big Bang/G Dragon playlist on his YouTube (asked me for links obviously) and has been listening to them. He even proudly sang (more like destroyed) One Of A Kind to me. Show off! 

He did the same thing when he found out I listen to L'Arc~en~Ciel. But he already knew who they were, since the Otaku in him watches Anime and he has this fixation with GUNDAM Models. 

We do totally boring things together during our drinking sessions at a Coffee Shop, like watch Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood (he finally did and I was raving/still am raving about how effing awesome this anime is). With beer no less, his arm slung behind my chair. And I am overexcited watching the show. 

Hes cute, smart and funny. A little scary when he works but I like that nerve, that concentration that responsibility. 

We pick physical fights half the time and I am probably on par (or better) at drinking. And he likes that, tells everyone how good my tolerance of alcohol is. He thinks I'm cute, he compliments my clothing. And recently he's been wearing high top sneakers and nice loafers. I love shoes, I nitpick on shoes. He let me rip a hole in his jeans cause I told him it was the new trend. 

We've talked, been very obvious and open about our affections and are very much okay with hand holding, smacking (me smacking him, not the other way around) and basically being very random around each other. It's not that hard to see. 

But then again, we're the perfect, classic example of Right person wrong time. 

We can never, the chances are near 0% be together. *LE SIGH* 

We'd both probably be okay if we parted, it's not the crazy kind of love that hurts. This is the comfortable kind of love that makes you happy, content and comfortable. It's probably the kind that will last, but in this case it won't. 

I can, but I cannot when he does all these little things with the childish streak, the mischievous grin. When he can find so many people with an IPhone but choses to come whisper next to me for the pin. 

Ahhhhhh. I'm done. I think I'm quite sold to this person. The uncertainty doesn't scare me, or us. Either way we know there's no stopping what we feel, and we've been vocal enough to talk about it. 

He's got me bloody trapped and I've got him around my finger.