The Little Things

So many times I complained to A about him being a woodblock..or being such a blind bat and failing to see that he really loves me, I've overlooked all the many small little things he has done for me which really equates to something so immense I cannot match up to..

I was looking through my camera roll and I saw the small snacks he bought for me..waiting patiently and then delivering salmon sushi to me after my event because he knew how much I love salmon sashimi and then delivering OCK chicken wing to me yesterday before our dinner because he knew again how much I really liked the wings and how hungry I felt at that point.

The little things that he does, loving me in his own way..any girl would be more than lucky to have him and I really couldn't possibly ask for more but yet I still do. Times like these I feel so ashamed of myself for always failing to see the good side of everything..and always dwelling on the negative parts.

I feel lucky to have him in my life because most times I feel undeserving of such happiness..and with the foolish but undeniable fear that this won't last. See..that's my dark side kicking in again lol. So yes, all the more I will savour every moment of this love while I still can.