Home cooked wantan mee, thanks @limjiazhi 😍😋🍜 #wantanmee #yummy #charsiew #meatballs
When you sleep I am awake
I miss you everyday
Come back be here with me
I wear your ring when I close my eyes
It feels like your hand is holding mine
Pain only means that you’re alive
But I wish you were here tonight
They are different from the couples I know, and have known. Maybe they are just different from me, but they love just the same.
They don’t kiss in public, I have never seen in happen, not even around the house. They cuddle, laugh and joke. In front of others, she will make token complaints. They hold hands by the fingers, I find this sweet.
I have trouble linking them together as a couple. They seem so different, so alien. I like to be in constant physical contact with Alfie. I find this to be a BIG deal, and I miss this the most. Kisses, hugs, hand holding, cuddles, hands in my hair. I would gladly do this in front of everyone, but I have restraint by virtue of courtesy and politeness and my friends’ comfort. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back from have-a-good-day kisses, I’ll-see-you-later kisses, hello kisses just because there are people around. I like to be near Alfie when we go out, friends or no friends, and I force myself to be stand away and be with my friends, because they deserve more than to feel left out. In his last week in UK, I felt I was very rude because I was like a starfish, glued to Alfie’s side. But it was his last week…
Perhaps they too are restrained by politeness, sharing pecks in private, and placing respectful distance between each other in front of others? Who is to say that contact is just as big a deal to them as it is to me?
Because it is precisely so rare, at least to me, the sweet moments between them, I save as screenshots of their life in my mind. I find them so sweet so loving so distant and so different; they pique my interest. I am only entitled to screenshots though, and those are pictures I cherish.