Theme: Yuri (feb 14?)

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any living person or actual event is purely incidental.

*beep! beep!*
' hey! i'm coming back today. finish work at 5.'
"ok. cya real soon. come back safe k?"

Her message was just like like any message she might have sent to a friend, nothing special whatsoever. Yet, to receive that message, made me happy. Finally, I get to spend some quality time with her. She never did have a penchant for endearments. It was never her style. But at least, at least I hold a special place in her life.

Thinking back, I can't say for sure, when my friendship for her changed. We were always friends. But one day, talking and laughing, I found myself staring at her across the table. I found myself wanting to hug her, to kiss her, to call her mine. I wanted to run my lips across those delicious lips of hers, want to lose myself in the scent of her hair, want to embrace her, hug her like there's no tomorrow.

~flashback~
'Oi! You ok ma?? What's wrong??'
'H-ha??Oh... Nothing, nothing at all... Wandering mind...'
~end of flashback~

However, the catch was, she was straight. Laying on my bed that night, I can't help but feel depressed. She would only view me as a friend, a good friend, no doubt, but a friend nevertheless. But, there was no harm in being a good friend to her, while trying to tell her exactly how I felt, was there?

We've been dancing to this tune for quite a while now. 3, even 4 months. Then, it all changed when I invited her over for a sleepover. We shared the same bed, and in the shadows of the night, somehow, my arms wrapped itself around her waist. The next morning, we woke up to a compromising situation. Feeling giddy and light-headed, I stole a kiss from her. Fearing rejection, I got up real quick from the bed, and thus untangling our limbs. She held my wrist, forcing me to turn.

~flashback~
'What are you doing?'
"Well... I'm going away, so you don't have to see me again."
'And why would I not want to see you again?'
"Well, because I just kissed you, and you're straight... I guess that pretty much sums up everything, don't you think?"
'Did I say I wanted you to leave?'
"No... but..."
'Sit down. Let's talk.'
~End of flashback~

And so we did, talk things out. She agreed to give it a try. And here we are, both tentatively testing the waters for the first time.

*beep! beep!*
'hey, dinner? at my place. be bk by 8.'
'sure! pick u up at 8 den.'
'ok. n tis time u're staying, k?'
'... okok... if u insist.'
'ya. miss u. cya den.'

*beep! beep!*
'oh ya! btw, happy valentine's day dear.'
':D love ya too. cant wait 2 cya. ;)'

And soon, in a matter of hours, I'll be reunited with my gf, who insists on working in kl. Not that I'm complaining about her independence, I hate not spending time with her during holidays. Ah well! As long as she's in my arms, there should be no reason for complains. As long as she's mine, all's good.

(p/s: I put it in a first person's view. Much easier this way.)