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i'll never forget this day 3 months ago.

i arrived at heathrow airport and i was excited. it was 2 weeks since we met in singapore and i was missing him like crazy. i couldn't wait to clear the immigration and i felt like dashing past the border agency and the arrivals just to see him. after i got my luggage, i exited the declaration point to find a sea of faces waiting for their loved ones to surface from within. there he was; it was obvious where he was, i knew i couldn't miss him. we hugged and kissed for the first time in 2 weeks and soon we were whisked back to my home.

we went for dinner at our favourite haunt -- las iguanas at spitafields market. i was happy then and i'm sure he was too. but seeing each other for the first time since our experience in singapore was weird and we didn't really have our usual conversations. then, i didn't know what our status was; not that i wanted to be known as his girlfriend (i couldn't care less if a single soul in this world didn't know we were together) but i wanted to be his and him to be mine.
following dinner, we had to rush off to royal albert hall because his friend had bought tickets to the BBC proms and we were supposed to meet him there. because we were late, we decided to grab a cab from embankment and while he was phoning his friend, i knew that i was his for sure.

he had mentioned me to his friend as his girlfriend.

i guess he didn't have the slightest idea that i was literally cartwheeling inside. for the time that i was in singapore, this question had been tearing me apart for the longest time and it was then that i knew the answer.

and for once, he held my hand without a doubt. his touch was gentle yet he held me tight.. tight enough to know i that i finally meant something to him.


that night was probably the happiest night of my life.