Hashi got to know my daily routine via I-don't-know-what means & flew back secretly. I was strolling home from the station late one night when I saw this "suspicious looking person" with a bunch of flowers, loitering around the lift lobby of my place. Thus I decided to take another break around the area as I did not want to take any chances of sharing the elevator with a "strange-ger". The weirdo disappeared & the next moment, I felt a tap on my shoulder & heard a familiar voice: "Have you been missing me?"
I recognised that voice. I turned around & we gave each other a big bear hug & I was presented with the bouquet of flowers that I spotted earlier,my bad... "I'm guilty that I did not miss you, was foolishly too busy..." I muttered under my breath. My eyes started to water & Hashi asked why & was surprised when I confessed that I haven't receive a single flower in my previous relationship. Hashi tried to comfort me but well... but I was just too overwhelmed.
To cheer me up, I was invited to a staycation at the hotel that Hashi was staying for the week. We planned to talk through the night, watch some videos if I wanted to & munch on some food, so I went home to pack some stuff (I forgot my camera, what's wrong with me...) & we were on our way.
Oh my god, it was a hotel of prestige,with many many stars. I lamented at Hashi: "Tsk, why didn't you tell me you're staying here? I'm in my ratty pants & slippers! Aww..." However the secluded environment with lots of greens & privacy put me at ease almost immediately once I stepped in the hotel lobby. We left our room service order at the concierge & retired to the Garden wing two-bedroom suite.
We ate & drank. Once I got comfy enough, I started narrating my story. I poured out everything & Hashi listened. I wailed about my betrayal, I cried out my sorrow, I poured out all my bitterness, Hashi just listened. At about 5am, I finally fell into deep slumber on the the gigantic but cosy bed. It was one of the best rest I had in a long time as I was frequently drifting in & out of uncompleted dreams for the past weeks (but I'm much better now).
I woke up about 4 hours later & Hashi was already seated at the balcony overlooking the lush gardens & ponds of the hotel's landscape, with breakfast prepared (but no longer hot, just lukewarm. I wondered if Hashi slept at all). As I ate, Hashi snapped a candied shot of me (for keepsake since we don't know when we'll meet again). After scrutinising the photo, Hashi said "Babe, please take good care of yourself, pamper yourself. You must have neglected yourself over the past year, you look haggard. It pains the people who love you to see you like that. Please learn to love yourself again."
I'm sorry Hashi. Please don't worry. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your efforts.
This is the picture Hashi took, do I really look that haggard?
I'm fine...
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