Running down into your heart wasn't in my planner. Didn't even see that coming. I still wonder how it started with glances and then to the bookstore, then to walking late at night in sweatpants with cherry blossoms. Those days at universities when my bus comes first, but you miss a class. Regardless of thousands of worries waving by, as soon as I see a familiar, anticipated face entering and instantly those curious, impatient eyes searching for mine in the ocean of students; all the waves fuse into nothingness. Then they meet my eyes and instantly crease with the bright smile of yours... brighter than the sun, tinkler than the fireflies, more expressive than fluorescents. You hop and fill up the vacant seat beside me. Along with my heart.

It continued as you keep treating me with delicious omelets and beautiful egg benedicts. How could I not love you then? After a hasty day, with works and works, assignments after assignments we decide to meet near Han river. I fail to see the tiredness in your eyes since I get too busy with falling asleep on your shoulder. And like the sweetest lover you are, you didn't even mind rather leaned onto me as well. Those little droplets of water try so hard to wake us up by knocking on the bus window panes. Try to wake us up from our sound, tired, content sleep with millions of dreams- even the bus accompanied them with sudden jerkings... but did we listen? Nah. And as a result, that night we reached the last stoppage with a chain of curses then followed by unstoppable, whispered giggles.

I was majoring in French literature and you were in Linguistics. So talking to you was always a full package of fun and excitement for me. However, you being a pianist was like extra cheese on pizza. Oops!

When my back hurt like hell, after sitting in front of my laptop hours after hours... you, without being asked, gave me your giant bear body to cocoon me in warmth. I gave in your touch and you... you spooned me like a lost puzzle piece you have been trying to find always, and now it just fits.

Now that I think, you and I have many and very similar tastes. Goodness Gracias, You liked white and so did I. At least, you never nagged me ever for wearing too many whites when there were tons of vibrant colors trending all while. Curious, once I asked you why you never nudged me for wearing too many whites and why you always considered doing the same even when the rainbow was your most favorite? and just like a wise, interesting, beautiful star, you answered with a smile, our faces inches apart with dilated pupils gazing at each other; that how the sun always showed us the rainbow but deep down it's all white. However, your tone was a bit interrogating so I replied with a long kiss that easily defeated the length of our backstreet alley.

As far as I can remember it was our third monthly anniversary, we decided to move in together. It really helped as we gladly shared the bills, foods, beds, midnights, umbrellas, pencils, washi tapes, and chores. Right' chores! I still can't find enough swearing and profanities when you literally scolded me for putting the pile of clothes on the chair even when I was facing writer's block. I argued so much and ended up crying and you feeling bad. Next day, my sore throat met with warm soup and bread rolls and did end up in a good day with buckets of apology and kisses. But I still hate you for being a neat freak. However, maybe that's how it is as someone has to steady the mess sometimes right?

They say cigarettes after sex feels nice, but nerdy us ... we are both allergic to smokes. Rather we prefer to grab our A5 notepads and exchange our 'writer's pen' and proudly write whatever gibberish that threatens to be written. Then a brief period of silence passes by and whenever one of us yawns with tears rolling down their eyes, both put aside their notebooks and snuggle each other in embrace. Being introverts, we rarely speak in these times even if many words want to form on our swollen, pink, chappy lips; with our heart pumping loud and competing with the clock's ticking near the dinner table. And like soul-mates with shared brain cells, I hide my flushed face in your bare chest while you dug in my slump of hair hungrily inhaling the shampoo you bought me last week.

And as the morning knocks on our red- blue- green- yellow window glass, you are always the first one to answer it. I, like a careless butterfly, usually explore in my dreamland with dried drools on my puffy cheeks. Seeing me in that state, you make a face with a whispering 'ew' but still never forget to kiss my forehead before heading to wash up. Did you think I never notice? I always did.

Going to a fancy restaurant or a movie theater is never on our list. But visiting the bookstore or the library and strolling in the nearby convenience store is more of our taste. Rather than having a set of menus with tight dresses and etiquettes, we always preferred to eat cup noodles and one side dish with our favorite coke on the bench of the convenience store, with watching the dancing of stars and dramatic sigh of the moon on the screen of eternal sky.

Honestly, I have never seen you more nervous than that day we decided to introduce you to my parents. Of course, you are an introvert and it's really, crucially hard to do social contacts. But still, you panicked. Other times it would be me visiting washrooms every three or four hours of intervals, but that day you won the name. I couldn't laugh even though I wanted to as you were seriously panicking but still, did hold your hand tightly anyways. And when you meet them, like I said they happily welcomed you to the extent that even I thought if I was ever considered to be their child or not.

The story flipped totally when my turn came. I used to talk to your mother on call so I was familiar with them. I enjoyed the day more, as your sister's son literally never left my side, your mom calling me to taste the side dishes, your dad talking to me about my father's paintings, and you... admiring me in the light blue dress you gave me last birthday with those giddy eyes of yours.

After all these things witnessing, I never thought that we would ever argue so much that almost crash our hearts. It happened one day after we both returned home late at night, and tired and irritated we suddenly fall into a dispute that led to an inconsolable argument. Later that night, it only resulted you sleeping in another bedroom while me in the other with our hungry stomach and heavy hearts and a fuzzy head. Next day, we both apologized and decided that a serious break is needed to concrete the relationship more and avoid overwhelm. Just because we love each other, doesn't mean we always need to agree, and compromise, and crowd in each other spaces all the single time. Instead of believing in 'true, eternal love, we always believe in 'fragile, concrete communication', and trust me, it always works. Nothing is sexier than communication be it verbal or non-verbal. Well, but this awful time gap ended when I surprised you with your favorite coffee, 'Hamlet' and me singing your favorite song on your doorstep. I can never forget how you opened the door absentmindedly and surprised and after few moments of realization then literally crushed me into a hug with tears flowing down your eyes. With all the bottled emotions, your whines went a bit more than the required decibel that the stray dogs suddenly started barking and I had to hush away and scurry myself into your room. When all the tears were being wiped away- both of my and your faces- we talked, talked, and talked until the night break into dawn little realizing how short the time is. From crushed hearts into crushed hugs- we have come a long way.

"My dearest, messiest, nerdiest, partner with whom I have shared my cup noodles, with whom I argued for cheating in pillow fights, with whom I spent my most enchanting days regardless of me being the most boring person in the whole world. With whom, spending times I never found myself boring rather found out the deepest meaning of my heart that I never even considered existed... with whom I want to explore more, about whom I want to know more, embracing in my insecurities, my all the imperfections and all the pending wishes. Please give me the honor and opportunity to write the journal of our life and decorate it with colorful washi tapes as long as we breathe. Beloved, let me ask you in that cliche forever old way, will you marry me?"

"Yes."