havaiavas

not well, i'm afraid

what's an interesting/creative way to say good morning without saying good morning?

yes

saltier

unreasonable

worst

6:03

6

assimilate

soap

sadness

gloves

Henry

Reality strikes when you realize that love is more than passing sweet nothings. It's not a four-minute love song or an hour and a half movie, where you compress everything there is in a relationship - how you met, how you fell in love, how you're challenged, and how you kissed and made up; Or worse, how it fell apart and you both realize that there are actions that cannot be undone and words that cannot be unsaid.

Love is what is unsaid. What is spoken but never heard. Love is what you do. Intentional and purposeful, as well as those that are accidental and unintended. It is also what you don't do and what you want to do. It is that what you want it to be, and what you get.

nobody

what's the best cure for hangover

Yesterday morning.

What's your comfort food?

eventually

An officemate

How difficult is ot for you to apologize, even though you think it's not entirely your fault?

commendable. she stands by her man.

take her shopping

sometimes

dazed and drunk

pass

Hell no. When I flash it, you gotta shake it, honey.

Even if I hit on one of your MTC friends?

That's the only way to get ahead without sweat, unfortunately.

Where's your favorite lounge bar?

I told you so.

Don't give me that look. You know as well as I do that you share part of the blame.

First, when I said we needed to put in extra time on our project, I meant real work needed to be done. Data to be analyzed. Graphs to interpret. Reports written. Right. It doesn't help much when you insist on plugging my ear with your earbuds even though I don't understand a single word of French. Yes, it's really haunting. No, we're not going to dance! How can you be sure we're the only ones left here. But how can I resist when you're already pulling me up from my seat? My right hand clasping your left, the left hand on your waist. Your face burrowed on my chest, my chin resting on your head. And as we shared your earbuds, in the silence of the glass-wall enclosed space, we swayed.

Second, you know I can never say no to sushi, especially when you keep shoving chopstick-full of small bundles of exploding flavor in my mouth. How did you discover this place? Snuck away in the bohemian part of town, I thought this area was only haunted by banker types eager for beef protein smashed between toasted buns. Two, three Sapporo's, just sloshed enough to find our way back to the train station.

And third, you know how I hate goodbye's, most especially with you. Never mind the fact that it's only a matter of hours before I see you again. It's the suspicion that if I take the same train taking you home, then chances are I'll end up staying for the night. As it is, people are still talking about THAT episode in the meeting room a couple of weeks ago. So what more when they see us coming to work together, and me wearing the same clothes as the day before. Not a good idea. Not yet, at least.