The death of the romantic boyfriend

Written last February 11 and wasn’t posted:

Trader flying over to Hong Kong tomorrow for our once-a-month-let’s-see-each-other trip, romantic.

The fact that he’s informed me not to have any expectations for a gift because he didn’t have any. Trader doesn’t lie about these things. He really doesn’t have anything prepared.

Unromantic.

The fact that he thinks that even writing a Valentine’s card is too much effort.

Unromantic.

The fact that I am uncomfortable that just because we have been together for almost two years, he doesn’t do anything romantic for me now. Last February, I got a card, a bracelet and a small teddy-bear. Romantic.

The fact that he thinks that…

Aiya, no use to think too much now. I am just mentally exhausted with school and add me to this issue.

Was so looking forward to a relaxing Valentine’s Day weekend with him.

Argh.

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About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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