The Return...

As I typed the title to this post, I so automatically typed the words "reu" and forgotten about my "t". Yes, this is one of those time I deserve a slap for being dim and dim-witted. I'm open for slaps.

Yesterday ended pretty early for me. I ran off with my despatch Crumpler bag. Leaving my "girlfriend" at my desk doing her happy clicking. I changed out of my Lufthansa Airlines uniform and went back to the office to pick up my "girlfriend". We were getting a lift from my "boyfriend". It was barely 5 and I have left for the day. One of those days I feel like I strike lottery... Steve came back to have lunch with me yesterday.

I remember when's the last time we saw a movie together. I remember when's the last time we held hands and felt like this was the ideal relationship. I remember when's the last time he met me for lunch. I remember these details like it was just yesterday. Goes to show just how many times I've been out with Steve in the last 2 years.

I remember when's the last time he took me out for a drive. It was the night my mom made him do it because I complaint I smell like home. I remember the drive to my favourite highway. I remember looking out the window and having the winds through my hair. I remember our last appearance with my friends as a couple. I remember everyone looking at us like we belong.

I had an evening nap. It's been ages since I've lain in his arms and fell asleep. And this is the man I have been living with for the past 8 months.

Last night we went to PS Boutique to buy dinner for the family. I returned home with a key chain for the each of us and food.

I was so clingy yesterday night I am not certain if it was the chains of event that happened yesterday morning/noon/afternoon or if it was that I felt like we truly belong. It was one of those nights that I will remember because it has been so few. Is it comforting to know that I will have these little joys with this man for the rest of my life?

He spent time doing what I enjoy, watching CSI, followed by a movie of my choice.

JLo's The Wedding Planner. Was I trying to tell him something or was I trying to convince myself something? (I am so complicated sometimes, I wish I wasn't)

We went to bed after the movie and I fell asleep before finishing my prayers....

Yesterday evening was so comfortable without the mobile ringing and without beepings of text messages. Without sudden scares, without unexpectant "private number" phone calls. It was peace of mind. I had no cravings for Alanis' tunes or lines. I was just being myself with this man. It was comfortable. Is comfortable the state to be in with the one you love?

When you think you're down and need a hug, consider that there could be other people who needs your hug more than you need theirs. I thought my morning/noon/afternoon was bad until I walked into the Angel. I hugged her for my selfish being that needed a hug. She hugged me for the feeling that she was down and below, but offering me solace. I returned it as she spent some time leaning on my shoulders and having crystals in her eyes.

The moral of the Angel montage is, when you think you have given it all, you are still strong enough to give a little bit more... Never feel defeated and never feel alone in the emotions that overwhelms you and sometimes threaten to take over.