Writing an article based on experience is not as easy as you think. You need evidence, knowledge and most importantly, inspiration - I was in the room of the house where I gather all my thoughts and put them into words. I could hear my lover, cooking dinner for us. The aroma of the food lingered in the room. Hmm, grilled chicken. I instantly smiled as she cooked my favourite dish. I closed my journal and went to the kitchen - only to be greeted with a busy dark skinned girl running around the kitchen.

It was always her dream to open a restaurant - Italian, to be specific. She could tell the difference between two strands of spaghetti. Her passion was big.

I leaned on the wall of the dry kitchen and watched her, in amusement. I smiled when she started mumbling "No cucumbers, no cucumbers." I giggled softly but managed to catch her attention. She shyly smiled and scratched the back of her head.

"You were there the whole time?" She was still smiling.

I nodded - grinning at the same time.

"Why didn't you just say something? You're like a creeper." She said, teasing me.

I frowned and pouted. She would always give in when it comes to the pout.

"Awww is my Sica baby sad?" She walked up to me - turning of the stove before approaching me.

I nodded and turned, so that my back was facing her. I smiled lightly when I felt her arms around my waist and her chin resting on my left shoulder. I tilted to my left only to be greeted with beautiful brown orbs that I could easily melt into. She then moved her lips to my ear. I could feel her hot breath. She whispered, "Well, too bad." And ran away like a 5 year-old would. She got back to the cooking.

It took me a while to process everything that just happened.

"Yah!", was all I said after realizing that she tricked me. She just smiled to me and gave me a flying kiss. I smiled and caught the kiss - with a little aegyo.

"Ahh my heart! Why did you have to do that?" She said, while putting her palm on her left chest.

"Karma." I said, then smirked and walked away - swaying my hips. I knew she had a poker face. She always has that face when I try to act y.

After a while, she came in the dining room and placed the food on the table. I kissed her cheek before digging in. After having a few bites, she giggled. I looked up to her - wondering why. She smiled and the side of my lips - also pecking my lips. Why? Because there was black pepper sauce on that area.

Life was perfect with her.

Little did I know, everything was gonna change and become upside down.