It was my birthday... If follow Islamic Calendar la... Hmmmmm... my 7-years-boyfriend-now-becomes-my-1-year-best-friend bought me dinner. We didn't plan to celebrate actually. I only told him when we met just now. Yeah, knowing gentlemen, almost all of them have amnesia when it comes to remember important dates. So ladies, don't get overly hurt. Just play our roles to ring them a bell (",)
We had a light dinner since both of us are on diet now *new year resolution*. Suddenly I have amnesia too when I try to remember how many times this resolution has been repeated (",) So we shared every portion of our dinner...
The tuna sandwiches....
The homemade mashed potato...
The homemade mashed potato...
My favourite Ipoh white coffee, his favourite jasmine tea and my manggo yogurt birthday cake...
He said "Your heart and strawberry are identical. Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour..."
I said "Life is a balance between sweet and sour..."
He said "...and the latter is growing dominance recently..."
I said "...and perhaps I veer into more complicated territory lately... "
He said "You are losing your life again... I bet one day you will come back to me..."
I said "I prefer to lose my life than you lose your future..."
Where else we had dinner other than our favourite Lily Cenario Cafe. I missed Yanti, the sweet waitress who always welcomed us with her innocent smile. She has gone back to Jawa, Indonesia. Now LCC has Cambodian waiters.
Dr. H and I now are best friends. Hard to believe but that's the way we are now. I know he loves me so much and really cares for me. He truly respects me. That makes him something special. Not only that. Everytime I cry, he'll make sure that I will laugh again before I go back home. It's been a year now after we were unable to perform a miracle to get married... and I accept the fact that we meant to be best friends only. I loved him and I still care for him...
