when you see something beautiful in something simple.
When you're in love, you begin to see the world through rose-tinted glasses. Everything looks beautiful - the roses look pinker, the goodness of your partner magnified, the ordinariness of everyday life made special, and even the callous remarks from others are left aside for a while.
People say that my blog has grown mundane when I only blog about romance; but these are beautiful memories, memories that I cannot bear to forget and not jot down.
I came in to the office this morning and saw some fallen rose petals on my desk. I thought to myself, "How can you stop petals from falling?" You cannot do that, nor can you stop the overflowing of love and joy from your heart while you're significantly in love.
I love the way he puts on a straight face to take a second; even third helping of my raw, under-cooked vegetables.
I love the way he holds my hand tightly when we go to Bukit Jambul for a hike.
I love the way he doesn't mind how I look after the hike - with my hair clamped to my forehead, sweaty and smelly and looking ugly.
I love the way he acts all macho and protective when I meet with problems while in fact he's just a child deep down inside.
I love the way he follows my wishes when I wanna see his cute, kitten-eyed look with paws up.
I love the way he's being romantic by driving me all the way up - steep and narrow - in his Fifi to Bukit Genting just to watch the sunset.
I love the way he says he loves me, calamity and all...