Fluffy stuffy dusty day

Sometimes when am sitting at my desk, my very own corner...I just can't help reminiscing the day I met Mr.S. We knew each other in a {how do I put this} so not conventional way-- I think. I knew I had him in my contact list for as long as I remembered. We started talking to each other {IM messages okay!} in 2007 or maybe 2008 after Mr.S been staying dormant for quite a long while. Hahahaa...

Caught me by surprise but he was attentive, funny and very adorable. It went on and on {and on and on...} he made his presence comfortable in my daily routine life. I ranted, cried, talked and trust me, I think I told him almost everything that happened in my life. EVERYDAY! And yet, Mr.S faithfully stayed listened, guiding, advising and comforted me in every way I think he could imagine. For a guy, I know it must be tough!

When I left my ex who was always up-to-no-good for good, I became even closer - drawn to Mr.S. I dismissed the feelings thinking "Nah...am just mistaking this for something else! Could it be? Nah! Nah!". We continued our daily gibberish jabber and chatting as usual with me feeling even more in dazed. Awed but not stupid, I kept telling myself not to fool myself with such infatuation.

In one of our conversation, I was jokingly asked Mr.S to help me move things as I was shifting houses. My oh My! He said, "Suuureee. I'll let you know my schedule. I might have exam in the morning and only will able to help you later in the evening. Is it okay?" ---Okay firstly, you need to know I have never met this guy before. It did cross my mind couple of times, what if he turns out to be a psycho {although I doubt it because he is just uber nice.Hahahaa.} well, I guess I'll never know. That was my initial thought.

I wasn't counting on him to turn up but SURPRISE! Mr.S did come and help me packed, cleaned, moved as well as unpacked. Oh! before that my first impression of Mr.S was, "Geez! Couldn't he be more taller?! I feel like am walking next to a lamp post!" Hahahaaa...It didn't matter. At least he's willing to help me out, my conscience whispered. We even "play" dead --passed out tired cleaning up all the mess I'd created in front of TV. {hint: we were not even lying down}. First meeting and I tortured Mr.S, drained his energy till he passed out in my living room? Skinflint and mingy!! {Then only I got to know, he haven't slept since the night before?!}

I never thought he would ever want to continue seeing me after what I made him do. One fine day, he asked me if I would like to join him for career symposium at PWTC. I accepted with glee! Hahahaa...{I know I know...sounded corny right?!} I had so much fun and he was just perfect!

Somehow, after that day we made ourselves comfortable with each other but Mr.S suddenly stopped talking to me. I couldn't figure out why. I had to put my shame aside and I asked him out claiming his promise to bring me bowling. All I got from him was maybe, too busy and not convenient. Naturally, that was it I told myself, fin!

I was preparing for my trip to New Zealand when we {don't ask me how} continued talking as if nothing happened. He was such a darling and accompanied me --yes online, of course! throughout the trip including my transit for nearly 18hours at Changi Airport, Singapore. Yet there were always pit falls between us. We again stopped talking for no reason at all {at least nothing I could figure of}. And I went my way until....

[to be continued...]

Love,

Lilly Ishak