If you were mine,

We would hold each other's hands tightly, no intention to ever let go of each other's warm grip. We would stroll down dim-litted streets after midnight, no other people to be seen, only a pair of figure walking silently and quietly. Enjoying each other's presence without saying a word to the opposite, as if now the world revolves only around us. Words can't describe how much we enjoyed each other's company throughout the cold night.

If you were mine,

I would sit across you, scrutinizing every single and small details of your pretty face. As if your beauty wasn't already enough, your smile was the cherry on top of the cake. You would be too focused on describing on how your day went, while I sat there staring at you with adoration. You would then realise a pair of eyes has been staring at you for who-knows-how-long and blushed at the attention you were getting. You flick my forehead gently as we smiled and laugh togther.

"Is this how love felt?" I thought to myself the whole time.

If you were mine,

We would have long stayovers and cuddle sessions. We would watch movies all night as we fall asleep in each other's warm embrace. You had a sweet and irresistable scent, which made feel too comfortable in your arms and didn't want to go nowhere. Your arms and your embrace made me somewhat selfish, because I didn't want any others that comes along in your life to experience the same. You are mine