In the groove.
I am so, so, glad to be able to see my love every day. I am afraid this may turn out to be only a temporary occurence, but I aim to savour it as much as I can, while it lasts.
It is even sweeter now that I am beginning to have some time both for myself, and for you.
Work used to get in the way – when the bulk of it hammers into my head stubbornly during peak periods, latching on to my frazzled thoughts like a deadly disease – and so I needed to learn to let go.
Blue, blue skies – oh, how I heart thee.
“Oh, just to let you know we’ve raised our prices a little – we now charge students RM30 for a haircut.”
I dumbly fished out a RM50 note from my pocket and handed it over to the chirpy cashier.
“Thanks, and Happy Chinese New Year to you!” she smiled, returning me my change of RM20.
I managed a smile – or a grimace, I know not which – in return, not daring to utter anything else.