♥ you.♥
Saturday, June 22, 2013 ♥00:47
He's one hell of a crazy and perfect boyfriend. I am fully aware that putting those two adjectives doesnt really make sense. But honestly, that describes my boyfriend absolutely.
my new job, despite it being something that in passionate about- i even have a diploma to prove it, its not entirely rainbows and butterflies all th time. i work close to ten hours everyday for six days and unless theres public holiday, i only have sundays to rest.
in other words, my time with him is really limited since i had a new job. because every other day, i'd be too tired to meet or i'd rather just go home and rest straight after work. i think i said this before, but i'm going to say it again.
remember when me and him used to work th same job and we'd try to fit our shifts together and spend every living moment together. yeah. we took real huge advantage of that.
we made it a point to at least meet during th weekends if we could.
so last sunday, as we were in each other's comfortable company sharing a really comfortable silence, i let my thoughts roam around. and before i know it. i let go of everything that i had held in inside me and cry it all out.
that weak sight of me is rare. breaking down infront of people. trust. because i had really trust that person to not break me further when im already that vulnerable.
He wiped away the tears that traced my cheeks before asking me "Why?"
Right then, I don't know where to start.
Why was i crying?
Was it because th day is coming to an end and th fact that its going to take us another week before we get to meet each other again.
Or was it because of th guilt i felt in me. That whenever we meet, we could never have a proper date like any other couples do. Going for picnics in the morning or exploring places of interests, spend a day at th zoo and stuff we could do an entire day. Our dates usually start in th evening, that is if i knocked off work early and then we would go window shopping and have dinner before heading home. That is after i whined about being tired ans start throwing my childish tantrums at th poor boy.
Because it's a Sunday. and i despite how it was my off day, my hours minutes and seconds are counted. Every hour passes by too fast and th next thing i know, I'm back at work.
Because I was sorry, that his Sundays are wasted on me every time. When he could have spend some time catching up with his family and friends. Instead, i took away that freedom and dragged him to spend an entre day lazing around on my couch with my family. Watching movie marathons week after week or spending hours in th kitchen cooking something.
Because I miss all th normal dates we used to have. Whatever happens to going to Sentosa, talking long walk at Botanical Gardens, watching a movie in th afternoon, a simple lunch date then an entire day at town. I miss doing things in broad daylight. Not when th stores are closing.
But, what if i was crying for something else.
If i were to start that list, it will never end. I swear.
So I told him. And like the good crying shoulder he was, he listened. All th time, stroking my hair, and wiping away my tears that dont seemed to stop. It felt so good. Not like th weight lift up my shoulders good but th uneasy feeling i felt in me was dissapearing.
You wna guess what he told me in the end?
He said, "As long as I'm with you, I'm already more than happy."
How can he be so perfect.
