The first time i met you,
i wanted to tell you..

'Please stop staring at me!
You don't even have a chance here.
You're absolutely not my type.'

Now looking at him sleeping
peacefully beside me, i wondered..

'How exactly did i ended up falling in love with him?
And more surprisingly, marrying him?'

I leaned down and
kissed his forehead lightly.
He smiled in his sleep and i couldn't help smiling myself.

- mystOries