To celebrate our 8th year of togetherness, Erbao make a bento for me themed with Xiaobai. The simple bento easily costed him $40 to buy things from tamago seasoning to Japanese pearl rice.
He woke up at 5pm, made me these, meet me at 8am on Jurong East platform, took the train with me to Paya Lebar before he heads back home. All my colleagues including K**th wowed with envy.
It's true. Not many people get love bento. It's my 2nd love bento in 8 years.
It's been 8 years of love, hate, anguish, sadness, nervous, touching. All kinds of feelings that a dictionary can offer. We are not the perfect couple. We quarrel and I slam things. We quarrel real hard and bad. Parents sometime step in to pull us back. At some point, I wanted to give up. I'm glad i didn't.
I thank God for giving me a man to love, to hate, to quarrel with, to throw things at, to say sweet nothings to and to kiss goodnight to.
We shaped each others' personality and honed other another's bad temper and impatience.
Thank you, Erbao.
