this is the man who knows me best.

i couldn't find a reason not to love him.

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just a few nights ago, i slipped and fall in his bathroom. with abrasion on my left elbow caused by the toilet door after i glided across the slippery tiles and sat split-legged on the wet floor.

like a spoilt brat, i went to him, sat beside him and gave him a miserable look. all i said was "i slipped in your toilet" and held my bruised elbow to him.

he smiled and said "do you know saliva is good for healing wounds?" and started kissing my elbow. but i told him "i'm not an animal.." cos i thought only animals use their saliva to clean themselves.

nonetheless, him being so kind, i had to thank him, "thank you for healing my elbow." he surprised me by saying, "i'm not healing your elbow, i'm healing your heart"

actually he's right. subconciously, i was looking for him to comfort me rather than treating my wound. all i can say is, he knows me inside out.  :)