Call it god's will or something, to reflect back about the week makes me feel niether-here-nor-there.

I am always the complainy one asking for more and more love and unshamely acusing dear for not loving me. He actually loves me a lot in his own way. Last week I was telling him off for being so comfy living a single life (not thinking of me all the time like i claim to be). Maybe he is living his own single life, but we aren't even engaged right? What more can I ask for?

As ironic as the fact that I attributed not going over to his house when his mum asks (maybe to shun inspection and scrutiny by their contingent) using the fact that we are not engaged or confirmed totally that we will get married, I am actually willing to go laze around his house if it's only him in the house. (sounds so wrong...) And the god-made (sorry god, not pushing the blame but just my way of saying "natural disaster") situation of being locked in the park made me quite surprised that I am actually comfortable without any preoccupations or wariness with him. However, he was losing most of his sleep just to be 1/4 awake to make sure both of us are safe. Although he kept saying it's safe, there is nothing to be afraid of, he later confessed that he was very relieved nothing dangerous happened. See? Dear loves me! (Yay!)

I feel kind of bad still, maybe I should do something nice for him tml (how about some stickers from the popular bookshop in popular? the glitter type that cost $3+++ for a sheet of 10+ stickers)