Friday, December 09, 2011

Dreamer or Realist?

I know guys hate cheesy stuffs. I know, because sometimes I hate them too. The sugary sweet overrated flower-and-candy shit that is almost impossible to believe. Stupid crying scenes in the rain and the guy hugs you and tell you he's there to save you from your own pain. Stupid chasing after each other in the airport just to say I love you and then you change your mind and willing to waste your ticket to a fucking beautiful country. Bullshit.

But what I'm talking about here is the accidental cheesy. The moment when you try to run away from the rain but instead, run in it, just because there's someone beside you. Just because you enjoy being in the cold crazy weather with that someone. That moment when he hands you a messy handwritten love note at the back of a receipt that you didn't want anymore. A piece of paper, one second ago useless, suddenly so precious,saved from the trash just because he wrote on it. Chilling out by the beach and then the night creeps in and you end up stargazing. Doing something crazy together like cycle down a huge slope just because you love the thrill and you don't mind if you fall anyway because someone is brave enough to do this with you. Surprise visits, just because he was around your house area and doesn't mind just a simple wave by the window. Mocking a stupid love song because it is so tacky and corny but in the end enjoying it anyways because you are doing it together.

Stupid unplanned accidental cheesy. Unperfectly perfect. This, I can bear.