Our week long trip to HongKong & Macau, as reluctant as we were, ended yesterday. I've never dreaded the end of a holiday as much as this. At the same time, it also marked a very special phase of life.
I definitely enjoyed the shopping, considering I spent more than S$1000 alone on that. The food was WAAAAAY better than the crap we eat most of the time in SG (excluding mummy's cooking, of cos). Apart from all the shopping and eating, I brought home something else more important. A promise. A commitment. To a very special man. As much as I had anticipated its "arrival", it hardly takes any part of its meaning and importance to me.
Atop the Victoria Peak against the setting of a beautiful sunset, as cliche as it can be, he pulled out the ring and went on his knees. Too overwhelmed and honestly surprised, the tears I expected were held back by the surpise. It was simple, yet so special. Although he had gotten the answer he wanted, he continued with his backup plan nonetheless. Hotel suite, with balloons, chocolates, flower (petals) and swans (origami-ed with towels). I really couldn't ask for more, neither did I deserve anything beyond the love he has already showered me with these 6 years.
As much as I enjoyed the trip as I would have for any other trips, all I can rattle on about is how I finally could give my answer to him.
Thank you dear. And yes, I love you.
