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I miss Nasruddin.

We didn't go out a lot. Usually he'd just ride over since his place and workplace is so close to my house. We didn't do a lot of activities. Usually we'd sit together and talk and tease or eat. But those were what mattered. Time together, knowing each other, laughing together with little distractions. Those were the things I missed most. And of course the never ending texts..

I miss him coming round to my place before/after work and during his off days just to see me. How there's a bounce in my steps going down to meet him.

I miss sitting at the void deck with him with the breeze blowing gently. Now, whenever I come home from somewhere and reach my void deck, I look around, imagining his bike, him sitting, hunched over his phone, waiting for me.

I miss seeing him in his uniform. Always so sexy and sets my heart aflutter.

I miss being teased by him. How he would laugh at me.

I miss that one time he told me that he brought my little 'love' note with him to Malaysia in case he misses me.

I miss that night he came to surprise me and whisk me away for supper. I almost came down in my pajamas pants. We ended up spending the night after that talking at the beach. I love the getting to know part. I love how he'd sat close to me and looked over my shoulder as I showed him something on my phone. Or his phone. How he'd smelled my hair without me knowing.

I miss him in his low slung jeans that had to be folded at the ankles, together with his slippers. I know I can't really stand slippers, but he persistently came with them. I can't remember when my feelings for him overrode my dislike of slippers. I miss his soft soles.

I miss his face. Everything about it. I miss his eyes. I've always thought they looked like he's always smiling. I miss his smile.

I miss his hands and arms. I always get weak in the knees and butterflies will appear in my tummy when guys touch and play with my hands. Of course, I'd never let them know that. I love how his hands are big, how it had felt so capable and strong and tough.

I miss watching him try to eat rice with chopsticks. I'm laughing just picturing it in my mind.

I miss that night when he met me at my void deck after his stint as a medic at Wild Wild Wet bearing chocolate and coffee mousse. We had shared the desserts and ended up playing with them, smearing them on our faces.

I miss how he'd bring me along, meeting his friends.

I miss that one time he asked permission from his paramedic to come to work late so that he could spend some time with me after my work. And then helping him carry all the takeaways for his colleagues. And him riding all the way into the fire station. Being greeting by the crew on shift and getting teased. It was embarrassing but I loved the attention.

I miss riding with him and talking with him all night long. That was the first time I was able to put my arms around him. I wonder how he had felt.

Most of all, I miss just being with him. I miss our talks, his smile, his laugh, how he'd make me laugh. I miss being so close to him that I have to thank God for self-control. I miss his words to me. I miss the hugs he gave me.

Dear God, I miss him so much. =(

Dear Diary, I guess I am able to get over Hazali (see prev posts).
In my own world,
8:50 PM