The Question

The question he pops last night of how much do I love him.
I didnt give any answers of substances.
Deep in me,
I started pondering and a definite answer surfaced.
I didnt want to freak him out.
I love him,
enough to use the time of my lifetime to see him happy and feel loved.
The love that will not die out with time,
the care that continue till one day he grow old and grey.
I cant compare the love his mum shower him with for the past few decades,
but if he dont get bored over me and is willing to tolerate me for decades,
I will do the same to love him and his mum as well.
If his mum is the woman who love him the most in the universe,
probably I am on the 2nd place.
If we really make things happen in a way,
30 years down the road,
he will still see me lying beside him, giving him the acupuncture massage before bedtime with my wrinkled hands if only he won't mind and brewing tea in the morning for his mum.
Don't give me any scenarios of what would I do for him,
because the answers are just smokescreening my pride.

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It was last Monday when I collapsed due to my low blood pressure count which is not within my control and that hasn't happen for the past 2 years.

The moment he carried me in his arms before I literally blank out,

the feeling is more than what I can describe as I've never in my life encounter such warmness ever in my life even with my parents.

After that,

I just lied on the bed

watching him preparing warm towels for me.

Thanking him and loving him even more.

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Enough the story of myself and him.

Hereby showing the greatest appreciation to all the help my dear friends/clients for the trust and assistance in work.

Thank you and I will do a good job not letting you guys down.