The Gift..

You know how I love the word... "thoughtful". It doesn't even have to be sweet, doesn't even have to be mindful, doesn't even have to be considerate to a point.

I received a gift today. This thoughtful person did it again. He made me smile, at 8 in the morning and had me looking forward to the rest of the afternoon... To see him... again..

The gift was from a faraway place. Cold, chilly places that are not to my liking. I'm warm blooded and in Malaysia I will stay.

Thank you for being thoughtful, when everything else was attempted, failed. Thank you for being you, in bringing your humour and some laughter back to me. Thank you for reminding me what it's like to have someone's eyes to look into. Thank you for reminding me that I'm still here and so are you, for the time being.

Thank you for teaching me the concept of Pizza Hut Delivery. I get it. I just don't know when I'd have time for pizza. It's been such a long time since I've had pizza.

You know and I know that this "work that provides sustenance" is turning me into a sour old prune. I just don't get "it".

And yes, thoughtful person, I love you.