Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Self-destruction to go, thanks!









I won't say more.

Today I visited my grandma who was complaining about everything from her sister to my dresses. And I recorded the best bits on my Twitter and in my head heh heh. She is the cutest little whiner. Also, check this out!

A photo posted by Lim Er (@erlimmy) on

She put the dragonflies on her plant! CAN SHE GET ANY MORE ADORABLE.

My aunt and Jessie came over, and my grandma tried to give her this pair of kitten heels she no longer wears. My grandma says she dislikes it because it's not tall enough and flipped the shoes over to show us the heel, where she went to a shoemaker to get 3 inches of sole stapled it.

SEE MY HIGH HEEL OBSESSION STARTED WITH HER! SO DID MY LEOPARD PRINTS! And my flair for red clothes.

I'm trying hard to keep happy.

I'll cheer up.

I will.

update:

And I did.

The minute he saw me today, he took my hands and kissed them senseless. He apologized again and again, publicly adoring me and ignoring all the death stares firing our way. I told him I forgave him and we went to dinner.

It was so sweet. The waitress tried to drag back his chair for him but he politely declined and pointed to the sofa seat where I was and said, "It's okay thank you I'm sitting with my girlfriend" awww I could melt.

We had our usual happy Xin Wang as he complained about work and I listened, intently at first. Then I grabbed his bicep and dozed off a little on it. He mistook it as me sniffing him and adorably told me he loved it when I bury my little face in his bicep like that. And I smiled so hard my jaw ached.

We went home and I told him I still wanted to talk about the bad incident and he obliged. We hid under his blanket and spoke for hours, with him swearing to never do it to me because unlike his ex, I was something he couldn't lose.

And we spoke about our first date and about how I told him his prime move was not texting me for 14 hours after that, causing me to panic, thinking, "what the fuck there exists a man I can't charm?!" and suddenly elevating him to "MISSION: CONQUER HIS ASS" and leading us to where we are today.

He said I had no prime move that day LOL fair enough, I was mighty insecure from my nose and I overspoke about another man I was dating at that point. He said my prime move was in calling him. And I told him I know my prime line.

"Is it my turn to have you yet?"

And even in the darkness of the room, I could feel his widening smile as he gushed about how flustered he was and how it launched him into a state of happy panic, so much so that his reply was, "Wow did you just say that? Let me calm/ supress/ control/ some word not in my vocab/ myself"

"Compose."

Nine months later on his bed, I told him the word he was looking for.

Compose.

And I felt his smile as he started to climb on top of me, kissing me and going on about how thankful he was that I chose to call him that day. And we fell in love hungrily as he made me repeat that same phrase again and again.

"Is it my turn to have you yet..? Can I have you yet..? Baby please..."

He fell asleep, completely forgiven.

And I fell asleep, completely free.

I love you.

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