If I were a pig, you'd be my mud

It was a long weekend together with Jerome, from the previous Friday all the way until today, Tuesday. In lieu of my dad's 63rd birthday tomorrow, my mum came home from work for dinner with my dad's favourite curry fish head, sweet and spicy king crab, and sambal stingray! Probably the biggest feast Jerome's ever had at my place and also I just realised, was the first time all 4 of us sat down together for a meal. Undoubtedly, my favourite dinner.

Last evening, we parted ways for my plan to meet up with Shasha, Karesia and Yanti but unfortunately, his night out plan got ditched so guilty me actually left him to have dinner by himself at my neighbourhood kopitiam, in his Burberry shirt, chinos, and Massimo Dutti loafers. And as reported from the man himself, he got a good load of stares from the Jurong commoners! Hahaha. But I did pass him my house keys so I was graced with the sight of him cozied in my home upon return. I don't quite know how to put it into words but if I may try, the words would be "wonderful", "blissful", and "fulfilling".

And I just want to say that it is a given for couples to quarrel, though of course too many a times would be abnormal. Jerome and I, we've had our fair share of quarrels; some mild, some extremely ugly, but all in all I really do feel blessed for every day that we are together, really. He is a blessing, one which I don't know what I've ever done to deserve and don't know what I'd do without. But right now, I really don't care about what I've done to deserve him and I certainly don't wish to return to life before him. The me now, am just revelling in bliss, like a pig rolling in its favourite mud. (Face of bliss!)