I remembered something and I really wanna pen it down somewhere!
I shared this with my ex-bf when we were together, I told him when I was younger I'd have my hotdog bun in a "childish" way! I'd first finish the bun and leave the hotdog for the last. And he said he did the same when he was younger too.
Then one day when I came back from flight, he picked me up as usual, I saw a hotdog covered with traces of bread lying on the dashboard of the car.
He told me its for me, he said its chesse hotdog and its nice. But I didn't feel anything. It only till this morning when I was having my breakfast- hotdog bun. And I thought of the "specially saved for the last" cheesy hotdog, and realised how good he was to me all along. Yet I always complained that he wasn't romantic, wasn't expressive enough! I was the one who was blind and I didn't know how to count my blessings.
Ah, what a fool I was...
