i have been sick since the day after my birthday.so i guess thats about a week.it started off with a mere sore throat, then to a splitting headache, after that was a full-blown flu and it reached its peak when i was running a fever.my fever has been coming and subsiding everyday.and i was in hall the entire week cos i was mugging and mugging for my midterms.sucks ): i lost 2.5 kg in 4 days.but the last time i checked today, ive gained back 1.5kg. so i reckon by the end of this week (which is steamboat with bb! YAY!) i'll gain back that extra 1kg ive lost.and gaining weight means im on the road to recovery.i havent been so sick since around a year ago.i hope the next time wouldnt be anytime soon ):
but you know for the past week, ive realised
i love it when he bugs and nags me to take my medicine, i love it when he makes sure im well-tucked underneath the duvet while im lying on the bed watching tv, i love it when he decreases the fan speed so i wouldnt shiver, i love it when he puts his big warm hand on my forehead and checks my temperature from time to time, i love it when he gives me "i-need-love" hugs, i love it when i can snuggle my head between his head and shoulder so that i feel warm, i love it when he holds me tightly in his strong arms at night so i wouldnt feel cold while im asleep, i love it when i wake up every morning and hes there to greet me with his handsome smile while saying "are u feeling better?", i love it when he silently hands me the waterbottle while seeing me coughing badly, i love it when he brings me out for lovely dinner meals cos he said "you must eat well to recover, so i bring u out to eat good food", i love it when he sent me an sms this morning asking if i was feeling better cos i was having a long lab session, and i absolutely love it when he sent another sms to tell me that he had booked the movie tickets for the movie tonight, just to cheer me up.
it all seemed so familiar, i remember having the exact same happy glow on my face when we first fell in love.
i really think,
i am in love.
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3:14 AM
me ai em rosanne//ennasor personal fiddles glares of the scorching sun.warmth of the oceanic waves.touch of the sand.smell of mud n field.odd-shaped rugby ball.pool dips.
