Public display of affection

On Monday I was just crying and crying and crying. It started in the morning when I reported back to him with answers to a Malay proverb task he gave me.

Me being me, I assumed the worst definition.

And then he laughed, and laughed. And called me an idiot. And assured me no matter what his brother had meant when he dished out proverb advice — I am the one he wants to be with. So I cried. Later in the afternoon, he confided in me about how regretful he is of that week when grandpa went, so much that he can’t forgive himself even though I have. So I cried.

And then today, talking about education, he reminded me again about our future. And so I nearly cried. I don’t know how to say this, but our relationship is changing. Maybe it is just a phase, maybe it is transitioning to the next phase — I don’t know, I can’t put my finger on it.

But here’s what. I’m going to stop blogging about him, or us. Because I’ve set up a tumblr to dedicated to just that purpose. Thank you for putting up with all those lovesome and lovelorn moments.