One of my most favorite posts from someone on Tumbler. From Sir Kris. Just wanna share it to the people of Blogger. :)

I long for that guy
who can make me put my pen down. He will turn off the monitor when I start typing away just to annoy me, sit on my lap, kiss me, while I continue tapping the keyboard blindly. I will probably go on a very long hiatus, long enough for everyone to forget my existence. But I won’t care. Some will try to find me, attempting to see if I am writing elsewhere, but I am not. The time they spend finding my whereabouts I spend out in the park, walking or doing the groceries with him. Then I will never have to write again, and he asks “Why are you no longer writing?” as he hands me a hot cup of coffee, urging me to write. I can’t answer this, of course. It’s too difficult to admit that I can only write about sadness, and too mushy to tell it’s all because of him. So I sip from the cup, and evade the question by smiling and complimenting the coffee. He smiles back and hugs me from behind, then I no longer need to have and hold a pen again.