Thursday, October 25, 2007

The boyfriend and I.


He came back from work early enough to obtain the element of surprise. Instead of stripping down to nakedness into the shower, he entered the kitchen. Dinner was at 7 and he had to prepare, roasted lamb with mashed potatoes and some coleslaw before his baby came home.

Determined to get it right, he got to work! But where were the spices? Where were the vegetables? Oh no, he said to himself. But despite the sudden realization that he wasn't familiar with the kitchen, he still wanted to make it right.

He searched diligently and got what he wanted. By the time he got the meal done, it was already 6.30pm! He was running out of time. Why so, you'd say? Because he has not washed up, showered and decorate the table. Thinking that he was Superman, he washed the dishes with too much soap, he showered, and he set up the romantic ambiance to a first class standard.

The doorbell rang. His baby has come home. But not in a way he'd expect her to be. She was drenched from head to toe. He had not realise that it was raining. Quickly, he took a towel for her. She had a bad day at work. She looked so stressed and tired that he didn't have the heard to get into all that dinner excitement alone. She went up to take a shower and came down.

She saw some things in the kitchen which he had forgotten to clean up, and got mad. She confronted him and he just kept quiet. She saw the mess that he made and scolded him once more. He took her in his arms, and she sobbed silently. He knew she had a rough day, and knew that she didn't mean what she just said. He knew what he signed up for when he wanted her in his life. All he wanted to do was to make her happy. After venting out her frustration on her loving boyfriend's shoulder, she smiled at him. In their relationship, that meant thank you baby, I love you.

He led her to the dinner he prepared and at once her eyes lighted up. She was touched and immediately, she gave him a tight hug. At that moment, he knew that, that was who she is and will always be; loving, sweet, apologetic, kind, warm and most importantly, his. Not owned, but loved.

xx

I didn't know IKEA sells paintings. Shhh, I wasn't supposed to take pictures. I got told off twice! Stubborn me, I seek thrills in doing what others do not allow :p Though, through these pictures, you'd probably think that the thrill was short lived.

Which painting caught your eye first?
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Affection.
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Through the hardships placed in front of us now, in time we will understand and get through the turbulence. Hold on, hold tight, on each other. The ride is rough, but it is worth it. My eyes doesn't deceive the one I love.
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Peek-a-boosh.
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"Hmm, I think it's right."
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I'm loving you with a smooch or two :)
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"It's something only you & I cherish."

I <3 you, stranger. *wink

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