The organised chaos

Music 4 Mondays (9): The one about you and me

So there we were, sitting across each other at a hawker centre on a Friday night, with a bowl of bak chor tang hoon between us on the table. Not quite the romantic date anybody else would have in mind, but something just right for us.

“You know,” I said in between bites of noodles, “Why is it that you never say things like ‘oh darling you are so gorgeous and I am so madly in love with you’?”

He paused in the act of sipping up his drink, turned slightly red and grinned. No answer forthcoming, though.

“Hello? So why don’t you say stuff like that? Huh?” I demanded, waving my chopsticks belligerently at him.

He turned redder still, and his grin got wider. Finally, he managed to muster a reply: “It’s all in the heart. You know it’s all in the things that I do.”

“Uh-huh,” I rolled my eyes, “Sometimes it’s just nice to hear things like that.”

He could only grin, like a cheshire cat, in return.

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He was poking vigorously at my tummy, in retaliation for the abuse I heap upon his tummy almost every time we meet. Suddenly, he stopped, looked up and said, “Are these your abs?”

I stared at him, puzzled. “Err, what do you mean?”

“These,” he said, stabbing at my midsection. “These are your abs. I can feel a line and a distinct difference.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. It’s probably from all the crunches I do during the conditioning section of my combat classes.”

“Little abs,” he smiled. “These are your little abs.”

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We sat in the car in comfortable silence. He was driving me home and it was late at night. I dozed off without realising it.

Suddenly, I could feel his fingers stroking my cheek gently, willing me to wake up. I opened my eyes in confusion.

“You were biting your lip as you slept,” he explained. “I don’t want you to bite yourself in the event that you wake up with a jerk.”

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We were sitting close together, his arm around me and my head fitting perfectly in the little crook between his head and shoulders. I was doing what I loved to do, that is, asking him inane questions about life, love and the universe in general. He was doing what he always did, that is, indulging me with his answers.

“So, if I didn’t change you as a person during these past six years, what am I doing in your life then?” I asked, biting my finger.

“Well, you changed my life. Now, I have something, someone to look forward to,” he replied.

“But that could be anyone, not necessarily me,” I pouted.

“But it’s you, not anyone else,” he pointed out.

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We may not say the sweetest of words to each other.
But this is how we are, who we are.

This is You and Me.

You and Me Song by The Wannadies (AAC)
All the Small Things by Blink 182 (AAC)
Love is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia (AAC)

[Let’s play tag! ]

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