So this individual has spiced my life up a little bit recently. I don’t want to say I have feeling for him, neither will I make a potential move to test this matter. This time, I will be myself, and let it flow.
I thought this was very cute. I could never wake up early Sunday morning, no matter how many alarm clocks I set up, eventually someone in the house has to take up the task in waking me up. It’s normally my grandma. He volunteered this time as I mentioned at dinner table how one of my little cousin always sings right outside my door to wake me up with no particular reason. Yes, he volunteered to do so on this Sunday morning. I bore very little expectation, thinking that he would probably forget it. I completely push this in the back of my head. Surprisingly, he did, and in a very romantic way. Instead of banging on my door, or throwing things, or just yelling out my name, out of all the odds, he gracefully placed cello to wake me up. This is like what I would imagine in a Asian Soap where the guy will play instrument for the girl. Of course, I woke up 
My reaction was a little weird, I jokingly said, why so early, there are people who need sleep. He laughed, and so did I.
I then sat in front of the piano, and asked him to play a particular song. He asked me to take the lead, and he joined in. It was beautiful, piano and cello, broke the morning dawn. My heart was touched, by the melody, by this rather eventful morning and more than anything else, him.
Saturday afternoon: he ironed my shirt. he bought the food I asked. he taught me how to cook.
Perhaps these are nothing, and maybe I am over-thinking, and over-analyzing, but I am not trying to reach any point. I simply want to record whatever that happened during this weekend.
I am not sure what will happen in the future, and I am not expecting anything this time. Whatever happen happens.
