I have never had someone else out of my family treating me this way. Whenever I get quiet or slightly retarded, you know it's either because I'm hungry or tired. You always put me as your first priority; rushing to get food for me, and adjusting the passenger seat to a lying position and insisting I close my eyes till we reach home else I won't get this or that. It is so not for me cos I can't stay still for more than a few minutes. I'd open my eyes a little to glance at you or look out to the scenery but you always caught me. Everyday at home, you'd be like "baby have you bathed? at least take a fast one cos you interact with a lot of germsxxx today", "stop walking here n there, quick come sit here with me, I wash your wounds and apply lotion", "now I want you to do something, promise? go have a nap till 7pm n we go walk walk after dinner!". Mom would always say you treat me like a baby. You'd come over and pat my head, adding that I'd always be one. It's silly, but I love it still. Most of the time, I sing or dance to the flow of the music and I'd catch you smiling sweetly. However clumsy or dumb I might seem, I was still glad I made you happy. Everyday while you drive, I irritate and bombard you with so many questions. I never got tired of it. You remember all my favorite colors, always. White, navy blue, ferrari red, yellow, green, black, gray. You name them all anyway
I smile a lot, I laugh more, but I cry often too. When I unload all the unhappiness in my heart to you. When I told you this novel still makes me cry and depressed each time I read it. When I tear while you play my late grandpa's fave song. When I cried after my open wounds were knocked onto, or when I couldn't take the pain. When I got so sad over that big white husky that passed away due to suffocation. When I cried a river after getting my bad results. When I feel like sobbing out of a sudden over nothing and I couldn't shake it off. You're always there. Your shoulders were always so nice, your voice's ever so comforting. Happiness is only real when we share it. One moment I could be laughing, and the next I could be all obdurate and expressionless. Face it, it's the mood swing. Hey I'm a girl, of cause it runs in me at times. But you always emphasize that not all things are about me anymore, it already has become for the both of us. Indeed, whenever I get solemn, your mood changes like the tides as well. We each have our own different preferences, but the opposites attract, no? I wouldn't say we are completely two diverse homo sapiens and it's fate that brought us together wtv bullshit, don't start about it. But our differences are evident enough. I hate pork and love fish 'n vege while you don't. I read and write, while you speak a hell lot. I enjoy changing bedsheets while you don't. You like coffee with lots of sugar and thick powder, while I just like pure black and bitter coffee
I don't like it when you got duties to serve. I know I should be content with what I have; having your company at least 5 hours everyday. Most days we spend 12 hours together, some days 24hours. I love it especially when we get out of Singapore; idyllic life. But whenever you have got duty, I could only occupy myself with reading, writing, or eating. The food I eat don't even taste as nice as when you're around. My mom doesn't behave like herself when you don't appear too. She'd just mop the floor and show a grumpy face to my daddy. But your existence makes a whole new difference. She would laugh all day long, and I'm truly pleased with this fact. People either love us, or hate us. It was never about "that so-so couple". Like Jack, he said we always appear so happy, and so we must last foreverrr~~ he added with "name your son after me". It feels really warm in the heart, to know that people love us being together. If not, it isn't a barrier to our relationship either. The whole world could hate us for all I care, but it's you and me against the world! There are a million other things I could talk about you but let us just leave it for the next time. There are plenty of chances. All I want to tell you is that I love you, and will always do. I miss you, very much
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