Sunday, September 13

falling slowly

Two times. I was close to tears.

1. When I thanked you for the holiday. I was really, really touched by what, by all that you've done to make the day special for me. It was a complete surprise. I didn't see it coming and I don't expect it to be the case too. I don't expect. I like simple birthdays, very ordinary ones. But this year, you made it exceptional for me. Thank you. I really, really appreciate it.

2. When I told you, 'It's my birthday' at Marrybrown. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to do what you wanted me to. I bitch, and sometimes, I just talk without really meaning what I'm talking about. I hope I'd never hurt you with that.

The time I cried was when it sounded like my fault that you were inspected by the customs officer. I knew you were pissed that he picked on you to inspect. But I didn't know I was to wait for you before clearing my own baggage. I don't see the connection. But it's ok. 'Cos I told myself, of the above point 1. I was upset. I didn't show you the HFF on purpose. I just did. But it's ok.

We will keep walking, and take so many more holidays, so many more trips together. Because you love me, so much. I love you too.