by gabrielle¸.·~♥*
since when i began to loose track of observing his ciggarette consumptions?
i couldn’t recall, and i knew it is because i spent lesser time with him. how long a period have he been eating out? how long the time have i been taking him for granted by manja-ing him to pack dinner for me?
i remembered the last time we sat down together, was 2 days after his birthday in January. i cried, we talked, he protected me, and we hugged. he is always one whom allowed me to make decisions of my life, he never restricts my choices of job, hobbies, academics, relationship, religion. he is one whom never fail to always accept me for who i am, even after the many times i have failed him, or have cut and hurt his heart again and again.
yeah, we went for breakfast, like we always used to do.
the day before our breakfast, i asked Alice to move in and stay with me for a month. and i planned to talk to him regarding my invitation.
we were out, and he drove my car. i have always felt weird when my friends drive my car… and the feeling comes from me, sitting on the passenger’s seat. but not when i’m with him, the weird sense of security just sinks in. i knew he will be the first to protect me, despite how reckless he handles my car. even if we have to crash, i am insured that he will wrap his arms around me; he is safer than any air bags, or plastic floats.
i enjoyed the bliss of dining with him. even if we don’t talk, we run an intimate relationship. i watched him order his usual morning drinks, and i realized i am so used to reading the newspaper front page headlines as he holds and reads the contents.
we had different orders, i knew his charsiew doesn’t taste nice, because they were the leftovers, and he unusually wastes food; neither does his wantan mi tastes superb, because if they do, he usually shares them with me – his favourite girl.
is our first breakfast together, as for year 2009. and so, i can’t wait to broadcast this memorable morning, and mark this milestone in my calendar. this also reminds me, i should make more effort to spend time with him. after all, he is my favourite boy.
it was a wonderful morning.
oh no! i forgot to tell him about Alice’s stay :P
© 2010 storybook
Blog Reader
March 2nd, 2009 at 14:29
Is the observation resume in track? And when are you going to stop cutting and hurting his heart?
Before the car crash, remember to lend it to me so that I may learn how to drive and crash (if permissible).
By all mean make it a point to have breakfast with him at least once a week. =)
Gabrielle
March 5th, 2009 at 11:17
yeah, observation report is that he reduce the consumption from 20s to 14s per day.
i am still finding cures and possible ways to quit cutting & hurting him, i think that is almost impossible as long as i am still the lil’ girl in his eyes.
btw, you can’t drive a manual?
Blog Reader
March 6th, 2009 at 03:46
As long as you are still his little girl, you will never cut nor hurt him. It only happen when we start to grow up and want our own world…
Manual? I always drive manual in daytona…