learn from the best, they said. ‎ ‎that's true. and the best he learned from is you — you taught him lots of things he wouldn't just know and pick up along the way or hear from others. taught him a lot of things you can make with bread, even snacks you can make out of just garlic. in short, you taught him limited editions of stuffs. hell, he felt like he's the girlfriend and the one being pampered instead of the other way around. ‎ ‎and yeah, you even taught him how to cook rice in a traditional way — and you also made his front yard some kind of a mini farm— of all people he met, dated, and befriended, this is the first he got to see spinach growing right by a porch. he may be mature and responsible, but oh, he's a dwarf next to you. ‎ ‎whenever you're around, his stomach would always flutter. his palms doesn't sweat. his head doesn't spin. his heart would melt. his blood would warm up knowing it's safe— he would crave. his hand would search for you in the dark. but when you're not there— especially when he have shootings— lewis would either sulk or just stare on his phone's wallpaper, which is you — but he loves that, cause he could baby you, too. ‎ ‎he just misses you. who wouldn't? he's almost gone for two months filming a movie. and all he got is video calls and voice calls with you cause he can't just settle with texting. so, he made a plan. ‎ ‎make you laugh on your birthday. ‎ ‎standing behind a wall like a secret agent after sneaking in like a burglar, a burglar but in a huge capybara mascot costume. holding onto his headpiece, making sure that it won't fall, he tiptoes towards you like he don't have a foamed shoes. and when he's near enough, he covers your eyes— well, your face— with his plushy capybara hands. ‎ ‎"guess who."