Today, i had spent half a day with William's mother. She's a marvelous lady. She suggested the Curve, and I took her to the Curve. She wanted baked rice with cheese, and I took her to Kim Gary's. She wanted to buy me a green laced skirt, and I had let her. She wanted to have tea at Dome's, and I had a great time learning more about her. I would love to think of her as my future mummy-in-law. She misses both her sons, and I am extremely happy that she loves my company. She has so many things in her mind, and I am glad that I could help listen to her chatters. She has scars deep within her, and I am glad that I can sometimes provide the plaster to help ease the pain a little. She has a son whom i love very much, and I am so blessed that he loves me so much too.
I have a great mother. She paints her nails in 10 different colours - from the bright baby chick yellow colour to the electric purple that I thought was too loud for me. She borrows my dresses and hair pieces - and rarely buys any for her self. She wears my funky slippers and parades around with her adorable, sweet and childish tie up dresses with butterfly clips in her hair - with that everlasting smile on her cheeky face. She'd wear spaghetti straps without her bra and still look hot in them. She'd greet you with a pleasant, sincere smile, with her laugh lines at the outer corner of her eyes flashing cheekily. She has a firm hand shake and she is a woman who would not stand any nonsense. She's a perfectionist and a fighter. She's straightforward, honest and hardworking. She hated all the guys that i had friends for, but she liked William at first sight. I love her.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. I was missing him from the very second i typed good bye on MSN to him this morning, till the time he typed 'miuuu miuuuu' to welcome me home in the evening. The entire day, i held on to my phone, resisting the urge to sms him the 100th time, to tell him that i miss him, and that i love him so dearly, and that my heart feels so empty without his presence. And my heart would jump in delight when an sms would announce itself - and it would always be him - and if it was from anyone else, i'd actually be disappointed... and hope that the next one would be from him. Even in traffic jams, or while waiting for someone in the car, or even when waiting for my food, i'd take a peek at my phone wallpaper - his picture - and start playing Bubble Smile ( a game which involves some.. colourful balls and .. making diagonal lines ), because he used to play it a lot when he was back here, and it keeps my mind occupied.. while still missing him.. and its... in a way.. comforting. Reading his past sms messages .. .. would bring a smile to my lips... even if Gina stood on my toes in her horrible green pumps and started to dance the macarena.
.. .. I just want him to know, that I would always be around..
For him.
.. .. and in love..
With him.
I have a great mother. She paints her nails in 10 different colours - from the bright baby chick yellow colour to the electric purple that I thought was too loud for me. She borrows my dresses and hair pieces - and rarely buys any for her self. She wears my funky slippers and parades around with her adorable, sweet and childish tie up dresses with butterfly clips in her hair - with that everlasting smile on her cheeky face. She'd wear spaghetti straps without her bra and still look hot in them. She'd greet you with a pleasant, sincere smile, with her laugh lines at the outer corner of her eyes flashing cheekily. She has a firm hand shake and she is a woman who would not stand any nonsense. She's a perfectionist and a fighter. She's straightforward, honest and hardworking. She hated all the guys that i had friends for, but she liked William at first sight. I love her.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. I was missing him from the very second i typed good bye on MSN to him this morning, till the time he typed 'miuuu miuuuu' to welcome me home in the evening. The entire day, i held on to my phone, resisting the urge to sms him the 100th time, to tell him that i miss him, and that i love him so dearly, and that my heart feels so empty without his presence. And my heart would jump in delight when an sms would announce itself - and it would always be him - and if it was from anyone else, i'd actually be disappointed... and hope that the next one would be from him. Even in traffic jams, or while waiting for someone in the car, or even when waiting for my food, i'd take a peek at my phone wallpaper - his picture - and start playing Bubble Smile ( a game which involves some.. colourful balls and .. making diagonal lines ), because he used to play it a lot when he was back here, and it keeps my mind occupied.. while still missing him.. and its... in a way.. comforting. Reading his past sms messages .. .. would bring a smile to my lips... even if Gina stood on my toes in her horrible green pumps and started to dance the macarena.
.. .. I just want him to know, that I would always be around..
For him.
.. .. and in love..
With him.
*together*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
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