Te amo, querido!

Man i didn't realise how long it's been since I've posted anything!!! Almost a month! I have a VERY good reason for that, though :) My baby flew in from Germany and surprised me!!! I was totally bowled over and just stood in the corner staring at him, speechless, mainly because I was trying to swallow my tears of joy. I had the best two weeks ever! And now I'm counting down the days till we see each other again. ( He left last night). Lemme just give a not-so-brief rundown on what happened :D

A week before he arrived, he told me that he had mailed me a package and that I should receive it on Sat. He refused to elaborate further on the contents, save for hints like "... it would be advantageous if you had strawberries with you when you receive your surprise" and "... don't wake up with a hang-over on Sat". How mysterious!!! I was killing myself trying to guess. But it was like trying to squeeze water from a rock! Anyway, Saturday morning saw me begging my sister to stay home so that there'd be someone around when Mr. Postman came-a-knocking. Unfortunately, she had to go to work, but not before very confidently assuring me that my parcel would be waiting for me by the time I get home. I was not at all convinced and with a heavy heart, left for school. Thinking I would have to wait till Tuesday to pick up my little surprise from the Post Office, I decided to attend a company BBQ instead of rushing home as I'd planned to earlier in the morning. Just as I was about to leave school, Jochen sent me an SMS asking me if I was home. I told him my plans and his reply literally froze me to my chair. "Come home, honey... Trust me." I didn't know what to think at that point. Could it be possible that he was waiting for me at home??? Or did I miss him so much that I was willing to believe that he would actually come down! I decided to test him by sending an SMS asking if I should still get the strawberries even if I hadn't received my parcel. His incoming message read, "Forget the strawberries and go home! I'm so excited I can't wait!". That was it, I dropped everything, and in my haste, coulnd't seem to locate my damn shoes, so I went home barefoot.

The taxi ride seemed to take forever! My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty and a thousand thoughts were racing through my head. What if he wasn't there? I would be so crushed! The few minutes it took me to walk from my front door to the bathroom door (to wash my filthy feet) were the most agonising of all! I was so excited and nervous at the same time, I was almost hyperventilating. I walked past my bedroom and felt the air-conditioning from under the closed door. OH MY GOD!!! *Breathe breathe* I kept telling myself. I'd managed to force myself into the act of washing my feet, (why i did that i dunno) when I heard a knock on the half-open bathroom door. My gaze darted to the mirror hanging over the sink and an all too familiar arm greeted me in the reflection. I had the weirdest reaction ever, I think. Instead of throwing myself at him in embrace, I moved backward and pressed myself into the corner of the bathroom, as though I was afraid that if I got too close he would shatter into a million pieces and he would've been nothing but an illusion. He looked a little taken aback and kinda worried... poor guy. Of course after I'd sufficiently convinced myself that he really WAS there, i just held on to him for dear life! Of course after that, it was 2 weeks of pampering and bliss, and I was the happiest gal alive.

And THAT'S why I've not blogged in almost a month :D