No day, but today.

We had dinner at his place just two days ago and I left my retainers on his table.

And I had to be stubborn and eat my daily green apples that’ll definitely hurt my teeth. I just don’t care.

He promised to bring along my retainers when we planned for our date tonight.

BUT he forgot.

I was alright and totally didn’t mind because, with OR without retainers, my green apple ritual has to go on every day at snack and lunch time ANYWAY.

I just got home from our dinner date and he BBMed me saying he’ll call me in 30minutes after he showers. 

In exactly 30 minutes later, he called and said he was outside my house with my retainers (and my trainers, that I also left behind!) I squealed and leapt out of bed, down the stairs and out the door.

And there I see him all wrapped up in his waterproof windbreaker, beaming the most unusually satisfied catch-me-if-you-can grin :) 

There he was. He rode his red scooter all the way to the other side of town for 30 whole minutes to return my retainers (and trainers), and it wasn’t like I couldn’t live without them anyway.

As I’m typing this, my retainers tugged a little tighter than usual but I’m extremely buttered up, warm and totally fuzzy inside.

 

He’s my boo! :D

This is love.

G: Number 16

M: Hmm…number 2

G: Okay…ah…number 21. Your favourite number.

M: (smiles) Yup! Numberrrrr….13

G: BIMBO! M: (stunned) (pause) Bimbo?

G: Yup! (confidently) BIMBO!

M: …

G: Oh, I mean - BINGO.

That’s what I thought. We were playing BINGO to kill time weren’t we? So cute!

M: You win. :p

G: :p

Playing BIMBO, I mean BINGO with my boyfriend is the best. haha!

When I was a child, I told myself that when I get a boyfriend next time, I’d love him to be someone who loves God, is spiritual, intellectual, thinks and believes that I’m the most beautiful girl he has ever met (or will ever meet), love me for who I am, tolerate my eccentricities, adores every inch of me, forgives my past and still embraces me with all his heart, soul, mind and strength, someone who would make me believe that good things do come to those who wait, inspires me to reach higher and go the extra mile, dream of a home and family that we will both build, someone who isn’t afraid to take a leap of faith in life, holds my hands tenderly, reminds me that he loves me every now and then, calls or messages me for no apparent reason, helps me grow as a person and teaches me how to love him unconditionally, gives secure, assuring and warm hugs, someone who would hold my umbrella and huddle me close with his arms so I don’t get caught in the rain, cheers me up, makes me laugh till I cry, laughs with me, travel with me, can’t wait to live life to its fullest with me and longs to grow old with me in the Lord.

And then Yew Gene walked up to me again, at this beach. After 6 long years of silence.

Now I’ve found that person I hoped for when I was younger. But he was better than what I asked for.

Love does come around twice. And this time around, it was a better timing.

We went to our favourite restaurant yesterday.
We sat at the same place we sat for the last 3 times.
We ate our favourite bread with balsamic vinegar, olive oil and toasted garlic dip.
We ate other food that was new to us.
He’s adventurous with food.
I just smiled and nodded.

The ambience warms the night.
The music soothes our weary souls.
The food was comfort to our stomachs.
The conversation was great.
Most of all, the company was second to none.

We joked and laughed.
We reminisced and smiled.
We discussed and got serious.
We held hands and the whole world stopped.
He gazed at me and breathed…
“I love you…”

I looked away and blushed. 
I paused.I looked at him again.
I told him softly…
“I love you too.”

He smiled and leaned forward.
He was playful.
“More than you love me.”

“That’s not true!”
I defended.

We broke into laughter.

“Happy Month-Versary”.
He beamed.

“But our anniversary’s not until next month.”
I explained.

“I know. This is one of those monthly events we celebrate. It’s been 23 months.”

“Time flies.”
I shifted my glance to my glass.
I smiled and thanked God in my heart.

“Yes. And I keep count of every single day.”
“You do?” I didn’t believe him.
“You bet.”

“To many good days to come.”
I toasted.
“To many great years to come.”
He re-toasted.
“Right.”
I winked.

Our glasses clinked.
We took a sip.
And the world around us went on.Business as usual.