To wake up in the morning and open the door to the wide grin plastered on your face makes my day. To start up my text messaging app, and read your messages starting from 7 in the morning to say that you have woken up early to shop for my breakfast makes my heart flutter. To come out from my shower and see you working hard in the kitchen makes me feel blessed. To hear that when Superbowl did not have a particular brand of jam, you went down to Clementi before coming back again, makes me feel light-headed with happiness. To have you sitting opposite me, popping each and every morsel of food into your mouth whenever I did the same, reminds me of the dreams I had of us. To finally tell you the very mistake I made in the god-forbidden month...is a liberation.
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