Last week went in a dizzy with my cyst causing me fever and pain, almost a severe illness. I had the strength to keep my wits intact on Monday to seek medical leave and go back home for a whole week to recover and bear the pain. The doc visits grew more frequent and so did my prayers to recover. It was a horrible phase with sleepless nights and slurry days. Thank God, am much better now.
Meanwhile, the only few things that kept me going were hope, my family, esp. my sis and a gradual-growing intensity towards to-be-Leopold. He was quite at his charming and caring best and we only grew closer over the random phone calls from me to him and viceversa that whole week. It was as if only he would understand me in the whole wide world. Felt strangely funny and good. I had messaged him at 2 am one painful night, least expecting a reply at that odd wee hour. However, he gave me a sweet surprise by sending a reply at 3:48 am which I saw much later. My sis was consoling my tears coming out of sheer pain, but I was inconsolable. His reply made me feel so much better though I saw it later first thing when I woke up in the morning. Such strong positive vibes between us - Thank God always for that.
I recuperated that week somehow and got back to work this week and his first response was that he had missed me genuinely and was glad to see me. :) I somehow did feel the same but it did not sink in that much until last night. The dinner deal was worked out after bracing increased workload and it turned out to be one real romantic outing. He had endearingly said that he would take me out for dinner to a place that appealed to me and he knew he might not really enjoy it gastronomically. He almost despises Italian cuisine for its bland nature and I seem to love it for its share of cheese and smoothness. He almost ran away from one of my favorite Italian haunts - a refined place during one of our previous dining ventures. I found it hilarious and disappointing at the same time but it was endearing in a way to compromise for him the previous time. I decided to strike gold when it was my turn to see him willingly compromise out of sheer sympathy and affection for me. I reckon he liked the ambiance and food was not the priority this time. I did coax him and drag him to the same restaurant and was successful this time. All the attention put me in ninth cloud with the constant jibe that things might get more serious. We are working out the long term deal and in the midst, we find ourselves in intense feelings and fuzzy brain-alarms. There was a restrained yet better expression in the physical proximity. Gosh, I've never ever felt such delicious shivers when I gaze into his intoxicated eyes. The eyes spoke volumes though he was as diplomatic as ever. I obviously chose to replay the same. Sigh, I was scared to push it more or even encourage the same. The fear somehow does seem justified but it sometimes pushes me to bitter-sweet situations.
I pray for strength and grand, great and simple pleasures and peaceful contentment ahead for a lifetime for us in all spheres of life.
