raped the replay button

It occured to me we have so little in common. When we see each other, all we could talk about was only our boring school life and the monotonous, cyclical routine that we go through every single day. Sometimes we get a little bonus when something in our lives got screwed up so we could share our anger whenever our choleric inclination starts to kick in while we whine away with immense acrimony. Or, the occassional little anecdotes worthy of sharing. Then again, the appeal thins as the banality of it all colours our conversation duller.

It's either we know each other too well, that we've rummaged through each of our histories and become poor of topics to talk about, or that we don't know each other well enough to produce enough conversational fodder. I think we perhaps haven't created enough histories of our own. Unlike couples who've gone through more, they could ruminate their pasts and laugh back at their own folly or comical, farcical moments. I guess we'll have to spend more time together.

If there's anything to worry about, I'm afraid these sessions of trite, stale Skyping with each other will render you bored with me. What if you lose interest? What if the dullness of it all motivates your apathy and nonchalance? I'm not sure if I'm sensitive but this situation could be realised sooner than I thought.

Then again, when we run out of words to say, I could just look at you. I didn't mind just looking at you not talking. This face, I could never get tired of it. This face, I'm certain, I want to wake up to that every single day. & the more I look at you, the more convinced I get. 

I don't know how you feel about all these, but as far as I am concerned, whenever I Skype with you, I totally am overwhelmed by this sense of fulfillment, as if my lifetime search for the perfect companion can stop just right here. I'm euphoric, and it sends me spasms of bliss, plasters a permanent smile on my face and it keeps the butterfiles alive in my body, which tickles me whenever you utter sweet nothings, korean & that cute boy look you always carry.... It just, fills me with love, where despite my poor memory, I'd try very hard to remember those images, replay it in my mind repetitvely, so that I could relish in the pool of affection that sweeps over me repeatedly, until.....

I've never stopped replaying it.