I stood by the arrival hall holding a bouquet, smiled to perfection. It was too early for your flight, but I did not want to risk not being there the moment you walked out. At least I thought it was a romantic decision until close to 3 hours later. My arms were getting numb and the suit started itching me, you were still nowhere to be found, and I could not maintain this cool posture forever.
It was only months ago. I deliberately accused you for stealing my Bose earphones and whisked you out for a compensational dinner, because you looked so nice. You wore a decidedly casual outfit, as opposed to many that I dated who parade their cleavages around and with their bottoms slid half way off their ass-es. You told me stories about the Condor Heroes, something that I have read repeatedly when I was a child. I had a sudden creep up on my back, that you could be the one.
Not wanting to get my hopes too high, I went out w you a few more times to investigate compatibility. These times, I did not smoke because I know it upsets you. I told you I have no sense of direction but am doing something about it with the newly bought GPS. I also finally indicated my interest in you and would immediately ceased all my clubbing liaisons. Any other girls that come along are just seeking for rejection and will be given no sympathy.
I apologise if I came across too direct, but I think you are amazing.
Here we are now, approximately 6 months after our first date. It has been a very delightful 6 months for me, although I have to admit, I was slightly (only slightly) taken aback by our vast temparamental differences. We yelled, we screamed, we cried at each other but I’m glad afterwhich we still wind up thrown together.
And then much later I was jolted out of my reverie when you finally called. Apparently you rendered your kind assistance to some random foreigners. You stroke a chord in my heart yet again. You apologised for being late, but it was really nothing to me.
Sorry that I generally have busy schedule, but I make every effort to spend those brief moments w you.
Thank you for tolerating me these 6 months.
You never stopped looking immaculate, even when you just woke up and your face was completely obscured by rice flour. and not forgetting the snot.
