Spending time together, does bring you closer in more ways than one. I don’t mean, the usual together-time, you know the lingering over coffees, or wine and candle light dinners etc. I mean living together. I mean waking up next to each other in the morning kind of togetherness.
So going on a trip with the love of my life, opened doors to more discovery than one! I of course discovered that life would lose its essence without him. But I also acquainted myself with his very many quirks!! And believe me, had it been anybody else I would have been screaming my head off! But with him, it was just mighty adorable.
Like, the other night, we are all cuddled up in front of this absolutely romantic fireplace, sipping chilled wine, me huddling closer to him – partly because of the cold and partly because I just wanted to… He wanted to cuddle up with me and watch a stand up comedy by (admittedly a brilliant guy) Russel Peters! I just couldn’t say no! Not because I didn’t want to dishearten him. I know had I just said, that I didn’t want to, he would be content just holding me and well.. filling up the silence! But I couldn’t say no because for him watching one of his favourite stand up comedians cuddled up with me, was a part of being together!! He is just so passionate about his rib tickles that it is infectious! I mean if he can wait outside a loo, holding on the my pink jacket in broad daylight, just because I need him around and crowds scare me - watching Russel Peters on a romantic night with him is a treat!
I have these bursts of affections, which gush out unannounced. And I so must express them then and there. So while he was in the midst of telling me about the history and magnificence of Russel Peter ( I must point out that I was very interested in the info being parted to me) I suddenly realised that I loved him more than I ever thought was possible. And guess what? He just had to know!! So while he is talking, with one arm around my shoulders and animation making his eyes come alive. I inch closer to him and look straight at him and say, “I love you!” The conversation proceeds uninterrupted. He finishes in about three minutes and then turns to me, “ … and by the way, I heard that. I love you too!” and gives me the most adorable peck on the cheek. (*sigh! Blush*)
He hates his space being interrupted (and trust me there is no space in his life which I haven’t already peeked into or barged in upon :l). While he does not mind me picking his phone calls once in a while, keeping my stoles in the same shelf as his shirts, putting my golden sandals next to his austere black shoes on the shoe rack, making my M&Bs at home amidst his more heavier ‘Shadows of the mind’ and ‘the G.O.D experiments’ on the book shelf… there is something he does mind. He positively hates it if I have to have my finger anywhere close to the mousepad of the laptop, while he is using it!! I do that often just to exasperate him and his sheer helpless expression reserved for this moment melts my heart…