Dalphin Lub

What have I done to deserve this dalphin T__T
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Dear Cwistal dalphing doppins the dop,

Cwis just wanted to write something before he went off to sleep because he feels he has a lot to say to you but he cannot convey them all because there isn't time, or because it seems that there are just too many assignments stopping cwis from articulating these emotions.

Cwis just needed to say he weally thinks that all the work doppins has done this term has been impressive, and most certainly has been giving me lotsa motivation to work harder. Dops notable examples would be:
The art piece you finished this term. Cwis felt honoured to be able to watch an artist like yourself at work.

The monologue you made. Even though it was shot down by Nat, I still feel that it was an impressive feat that no one else in class can probably match. 4 hours to churn out texts with such limited parameters- Doppins... you really do make me wonder what we did in this world to deserve your talents. I'm sure if we had more time to develop this piece, you would be a master scriptwriter.

The Media slides. I know SP presentation isn't over yet, but cwis just wants to reiterate what he said in chat. Cwis knows that doppins standard of slides has always been top notch(IMO best or second best in class). You have a really good blend of practicality, smooth visuals, just the right amount of text on screen, and overall flow has always been good. But when cwis finally got to work with doppins on a psych project... I hafta say I understand now why you scored higher than me in all psych module presentations 😂
Either way cwis cwis feels like he has a lot to learn from you and he's glad he got to work with you no matter the outcome.


-squee-


Cwis feels like he might be going on a ramble but... Heck, no filters right?
-huggles-
Thank you my dearest doppins for all the moments you've spent with me. From the ice cream waffles, to the Taiwanese chicken that they never season properly, to the usual orders at llao llao, down to the occasional takoyaki during breaks. Enjoying air-con together at various spots in Main Library (though you have always preferred hilltop), outside the project room, even sticking around after class just to enjoy each other's presence.
(Toilets have become a universal bag transference, and occasional -huggles- spot, especially the ones at T2121.)
The nights we spend together at the tracks... Just talking about all sorts of things... Cwis really treasures all of it.
(Cwis also really appreciates that day that you went to Clementi with me to eat dinner even though it was really crowded, it was macs, and it was some odd hour where you don't typically eat. Cwis is happy he got to dine with you that day.)

Every time Alyssa or anyone really ships the two of us together, I just get reminded of how lucky I feel to have met a dalphin like you.
A perso- I mean dalphin that is swift in her swimming (efficient), elegant in her strokes (beautiful), always the rear guard of the pod (caring), yet also never taking more fish than she earns (humble). Dalph also waits for the slower dalphinss to catch up (patient), and always lends a helping fin to anyone that needs a boost (accomodating).
Doppins always makes sure cwis is happy by swimming and playing with him, sometimes wrapping her fwippers around him making cwis feel like he's the most important human in the world (loving).

Thank you for making me feel strong when I am at my weakest. For putting up with my flaws and disgustingness. (o.o I'm crying?!) For always being there to lend a fin whenever I need one, and for always being yourself.

You're my precious dalphin.
And I am beyond honoured to be swimming by your side.

Aischu.
❤

Gosh is this really happening to me?

"I'll come clean.

I've spent the entire day trying to distract myself by thinking of every other possible thing, but it always seems to come back to you, and that night. 

I feel dirty, in the perverted sense. It's crazy. I catch myself revisiting the memories, picturing each and every detail that I can, and secretly wishing that I could go back to them. If I went back there now, with this current state of mind, I don't know how much dominoes pizza I'd eat. I didn't think I'd be such a person to have these kind of thoughts but... apparently I do. 

I've always wanted something from you, but I never knew it would be something like this. They say you only know the value of a moment, when the moment has become a memory. Now, this memory has developed into a strong urge and impulse it's driving me nuts. 

The reality has struck me, and struck me hard. 

I want you. I want you really, really badly. 

I want to caress your face as I'm staring into your eyes, and attack your lips with mine. I want to take off your earrings, so I can return the favor and leave marks on your ears as well. I want to hold you so tight, that I feel every inch of your body. I want to pin you down on the ground, or against a wall, and use my five senses to match all five of yours. I want to do things to you that I never thought I was capable of even thinking of... 

These kind of thoughts just keep repeating itself in my head, like a song with the same verse playing over and over again. Every time I close my eyes, I start to imagine. 

This is terrifying. 

This isn't like me at all.

Yet, this is a part of me... right? "

let the memories fade
let them erase away
what we were, what we once were,
what you and i thought we could have been.

now we are but strangers
confined to the fatalities of
society and life
bound not to meet,
even after so long

but perhaps that's what i want.

you show my prescence
still resides within your head.
sometimes an insta post,
sometimes a controversial tweet.
sends us all reeling
into another continuum of possible intents and thoughts
none of which may even be accurate.

your recent insta post
mentions something about
turning back time and
with flames, burning
the chance that you had
had you known
things would turn out like this

im glad and sad
that things have happened as such-
im sad because
i know
our relationship will no longer be the same again.
it has been tainted
by the poisoned Cupid's arrow.
not lovers, not friends, but not acquaintances either.
how toxic.
im happy because
you opened up a new world for me
not to mention, you're smooth af
you made my heart beat in a way nobody else has.

send my love to your new lover
treat her better
gotta let go of your shit so old
she aint your new lover
you either forget her or you dont and you chose not to
so dont include me in this half-assed incomplete equation of sorts whereby
i become some plaything slight distraction very much temporary
but you like to show that you still care like
it s your responsibility almost like
dont mess with my feelings like that it s quite unethical
but since when were you ethical
speak of god and values and all things holy but
pretty much still hypocritical
pretty much still hypothetical
pretty much still human yes
bound to make mistakes
and i so happen to be that open-ended comprehension question you got wrong.

Tuna Mayo

Read through it
When you miss me
When your heart aches
And you don't know where to be

When your soul starts to tire
And your mind gives way
Draw light from the glow,
Of this convo so old
Because you are my rechargeable sun.

Sometimes people
Don't wanna text
Sometimes
That person is me

It's not often I think
Of Whatsapp that way
Yet sticky can situations be.

I'm afraid of shards I leave behind
Words that'll come back to haunt
That someday you'd use
My words to confuse
Back stab in my face
Like some lighted fuse------~

This time it is different
I want to support
You can't see your beauty
You oblivious thunder god.

Remember at the bayside
As you lay on my lap
You whispered something softly
That I couldn't quite catch

So because I couldn't hear you
I asked for it again
"You're beautiful!" you quite shouted
And then you clenched my hand

You cuddled in shy
As I watched you in surprise
Into that crook, where my hip meets my thigh

A soft smile spreads,
All across my face
Little warm tingles
Your fingertips could trace

I run my slender fingers
Through your tousled hair
Outline your ears like seashells
You can't tell me not to care

Pink translucent blouse
Slightly obscures
Your eyes tightly shut
That small smile is my cure

Pink translucent blouse
Lifted by the wind,
Drifts across your lips
And caresses your soft skin

I watch you breathe in deeply
Inhaling me even more
City lights are glimmering
What more can I ask for?