What I find important in a relationship ?
cursing me with the most remotely possible remember bad words he could think of, yea, he pretty much had used up all those common and civilized ones.
"Why the fuck would you want to eat out? Do you fucking know its raining and i was fucking doing you mother-fucker grocery shopping out there? Damn, do you know how fucking frustrated was it for me to run in the rain to get your fucking broccoli all the way from Save Mart? You just have no fucking idea how tiring it is to run from Whole Food to Save Mart or to that fucking dont know what name shop down on 2nd Street!"
"..."
"What? You got a problem? Where were all your eloquent speech and FUCKing magnificient reasoning blah blah blah? Fucking forgot and dont give me that speechless shitty face..."
Maybe he isnt the most patient person on earth, probably you've figured that out by the number of vulgarities he improvised in his verbal art. He walked to the kitchen and started to put away the two paperbagful of groceries...
"I cant imagine that filthy market on 2nd Street isnt selling Dole's fruit juice, how the fuck am i goin to make your bloody perfect breakfast tomorrow?"
I stood behind him, leanning against the oven. He opened the fridge and stuffed the heavenly haagen daz into the freezer, the greenest apple ever into the fruits compartment, my beloved brocolli... I would never underestimate his memory and most importantly, his ability of multitasking -- he was venting at the same time doing all those arrangement in high speed.
Sometimes, it's just heart-warming whenever i see him moving around in the kitchen with his marine blue shirt, black tie and his brownish slacks. It's sexier than any porn star or Jude Law in naked. It's what they called- the sense of belonging, knocking on the door of my heart. Instantaneously, My instinct told me what to do -
I walked to his back when he was unpacking the macoroni and cheese, of course, he was still ranting. I hugged his waist and pull him to my body gently.
".... What the..."
I turned him around and kiss on his dried up lips. My right hand curled his waist and the left placed behind his head. His entire body finally let loose and was relax when we kissed. He hugged me deeply while i was moving my tongue around his neck. Unbuttoning never got faster in kitchen, there i was, sucking his nipple, rubbing his firm chest.
I moved up and gave him a five-second kiss on his forehead. Slowly lifted my lips and looking into his exhausted eyes, I said the magical six words spell --
"Thank you honey, I Love You."
My heart was flooded with blessing and gratitude... I didnt know how else could i express my love to him. Indeed, he is one of the best gift Buddha had given me. He looked me into my eyes and was stunned. That five seconds went in complete silence. Then, he started to become unsettled... and finally his tears infiltrated into his eyes.
We kissed again and made love on the kitchen table.
And yes, the macoroni and cheese, we incorporarted it into our expression of the most mundane love.
-- learn to appreciate, to tolerate and to love
-- say thank you, i love you and say nothing, all at right timing
"Why the fuck would you want to eat out? Do you fucking know its raining and i was fucking doing you mother-fucker grocery shopping out there? Damn, do you know how fucking frustrated was it for me to run in the rain to get your fucking broccoli all the way from Save Mart? You just have no fucking idea how tiring it is to run from Whole Food to Save Mart or to that fucking dont know what name shop down on 2nd Street!"
"..."
"What? You got a problem? Where were all your eloquent speech and FUCKing magnificient reasoning blah blah blah? Fucking forgot and dont give me that speechless shitty face..."
Maybe he isnt the most patient person on earth, probably you've figured that out by the number of vulgarities he improvised in his verbal art. He walked to the kitchen and started to put away the two paperbagful of groceries...
"I cant imagine that filthy market on 2nd Street isnt selling Dole's fruit juice, how the fuck am i goin to make your bloody perfect breakfast tomorrow?"
I stood behind him, leanning against the oven. He opened the fridge and stuffed the heavenly haagen daz into the freezer, the greenest apple ever into the fruits compartment, my beloved brocolli... I would never underestimate his memory and most importantly, his ability of multitasking -- he was venting at the same time doing all those arrangement in high speed.
Sometimes, it's just heart-warming whenever i see him moving around in the kitchen with his marine blue shirt, black tie and his brownish slacks. It's sexier than any porn star or Jude Law in naked. It's what they called- the sense of belonging, knocking on the door of my heart. Instantaneously, My instinct told me what to do -
I walked to his back when he was unpacking the macoroni and cheese, of course, he was still ranting. I hugged his waist and pull him to my body gently.
".... What the..."
I turned him around and kiss on his dried up lips. My right hand curled his waist and the left placed behind his head. His entire body finally let loose and was relax when we kissed. He hugged me deeply while i was moving my tongue around his neck. Unbuttoning never got faster in kitchen, there i was, sucking his nipple, rubbing his firm chest.
I moved up and gave him a five-second kiss on his forehead. Slowly lifted my lips and looking into his exhausted eyes, I said the magical six words spell --
"Thank you honey, I Love You."
My heart was flooded with blessing and gratitude... I didnt know how else could i express my love to him. Indeed, he is one of the best gift Buddha had given me. He looked me into my eyes and was stunned. That five seconds went in complete silence. Then, he started to become unsettled... and finally his tears infiltrated into his eyes.
We kissed again and made love on the kitchen table.
And yes, the macoroni and cheese, we incorporarted it into our expression of the most mundane love.
-- learn to appreciate, to tolerate and to love
-- say thank you, i love you and say nothing, all at right timing