For a moment like this.

There are some days, where no matter what you do, nothing seems to be right. And all you want to do, is to hide in your room and cry. If you're attached, then probably cry in the arms of your loved one. There are other days, when whatever you do just works out. I'm not bragging, but I got lucky today.


I spent and awesome afternoon at home with the boyfriend on the sofa uploading photographs of our recent "what-we-get-up-to-together-moments". We sat down and captioned about 150+ photos... tiring but fun.


It's the process that's endearing because you don't simply hear one person's p.o.v on the photo. You hear the other person's voice too. This is important especially when he doesn't speak up or he comes across as somewhat misunderstood.


We went out to the coffeeshop for a simple dinner and he decided to head back home after so that he wouldn't be home too late. He asked me to walk him to a bus stop; one that was further away from my house, but nearer to the coffeeshop, simply because it made less sense for him to walk back to the bus stop nearer to my house. 


In all strange curiousity, I asked why wouldn't he walk with me to the other bus stop... because at least then I wouldn't have to walk that far home alone. Regardless, we were both puzzled to no end; I looked a little more disappointed and puzzled than he did.


Even though there was his bus at the bus stop, he said he'd give that a miss to spend more time with me. So we sat at the bus stop and he offered me a penny for my thoughts. My thoughts weren't much, but he gave everything he had for it. I told him exactly what I thought... and well... given the warm and fuzzy afternoon we had together, he asked me if I was being a little strange... During the course of our little chat, he missed another two more buses. 


Nonetheless, the boyfriend hugged me, grabbed me by the hand and said, "lets go", as he pulled me towards the other bus stop. He gave in. I was over the moon, walking with a skip in each step, beaming like a child just out of a candy store with fresh loot. He described me as strange and silly indeed.


As it had rained horribly all afternoon, the walkway was filled with muddy puddles that we had to avoid in order to stay dry and clean. Unfortunately, at certain uneven points of the path, the entire pavement was blocked off by the mud puddle and the only way across would be to walk on muddy grass. Both of which, less than desirable options.


In order to get across, he got both his feet and slippers covered in mud and by the time we got to the bus stop, he was hot and bothered and dirty. In the process of getting to the bus stop, he missed another two more buses For someone who values his nice clean feet, that must mean something. I suddenly felt bad; I felt that if we had stayed at the first bus stop, he wouldn't be hot, dirty, tired and late. I suddenly felt unreasonable. 


Instead of getting angry because I put him through unnecessary convenience, he held my hand, clearly uncomfortable from the sticky mud starting to dry off on his feet. Under normal circumstances he might have gotten a tad unhappy or even grumpy; I know I might have. Because sometimes, even though we want to please those we love, we seldom go out of our way to do so.


He sat me down as he missed yet another bus he could have taken towards the interchange and told me, "If the small things I do can make you smile like that and quell your insecurities then I'll do it." It was clear that he was really uncomfortable with his predicament (i.e. his muddy feet, muddy white slipper and being worried about being late home) yet he was trying to be the sweetest about it, even me kissing me on the forehead to reassure me that he wasn't mad at me for being strange and unreasonable


It was clear that he had made my night/my week/my month, whatever. He had just made me really happy and when I texted him to thank him for what he had said and the sweet gesture, he offered that evenings like these be compensation for the times that he makes me sad.


The point of this blog post is that everyone errs. There are times when our fights have left me sad, or made me cry. But I proffer that most other relationships have some kinks, fights, squabbles and even tears and our relationship seems only normal in the larger schema of things. I appreciate evenings like this that remind you of why you feel that he's "Mr Right".


I know there are people who feel we aren't compatible, ready to judge us or him for that matter. I only wish that these people would be here with me to witness the times when he tries his best to make things right, when he puts that smile on my face. When he, to quote Disney's Aladdin, provides that "indescribable feeling". I honestly hope that only if you know and understand what we have and what we're going through, will you comment, criticise or cast the first stone.


And to my special one, Thank you for loving me your own special way.


   -  For a moment like this, some people wait a lifetime.