Eutony

 

" You lose "

" Haha, funny "

He rolled his eyes and continue fidgeting with my thumb. Yes, we're playing thumb war. Our score right now is 3-1, meaning he's the winner. Concentrating on his thumb on mine, I smiled a little, knowing that this very particular person sitting in front of me, is indeed, my favorite person.

" Ha. You lose again "

I rolled my eyes and he burst into laughters, and I got to winched in pain because after all, he have syringe in his hand and I think, he just moved it a bit.

This particular person sitting in front of me is indeed, my favorite person. He put up with me, he’s funny, and not to mention, he’s also cute.

I love the way my name rolled out of his lips. I could just stand in the middle of nowhere and when I hear the way he pronounced my name, I’ll know that its his voice.

I adore him. He keeps me sane. He’s my eutony. My favorite pronunciation.

It’s just too bad that I’m not his eutony.