He's a Singaporean and he was staying in Japan. He became my language partner. I was supposed to learn Mandarin and English from him while he learnt Japanese from me. But I guess we took more than learning languages from each other...
We started dating. We were happy and what else can I ask for? After a year, I thought we were good and I made a silly mistake. You see, to get a Singapore visa/work permit is very difficult and the easiest option would be to marry a Singaporean. So I played with this thought for a while and I seek his 'approval' on this idea. Yeah, I asked him if it's ok to marry me so I could stay in Singapore and if things between us didn't work out, there's always a divorce option. BAM! I hit the wrong button. He wasn't happy. He looked angry. But yet he didn't say anything. The next day, he left Japan for his work assignment. I didn't hear from him since. DARN! I did it all wrong. I shouldn't have asked. I wanted him back so badly. Screw the Singapore's residency status. I don't need it anymore. I just want him back.
A week passed. I was equally miserable as the first day. He hadn't contacted me since. And every time I was online, he would 'disappear'. I wished I could turn back the time and not said those stupid things. I love him. I would marry him because I want to be with him and not because of anything else. I don't want to go Singapore anymore. I just want to be with him,
One night, I was out with my girlfriend and yep, still drowning myself with tears and alcohol. I told her it was the end. He's not going to forgive me. I have hurt him badly. When I got home, the lights were out. DARN! Aint I pathetic enough? Armed with my mobile phone light, I went to look for the switch board. But I spotted some blood stains on my floor (blamed it on the alcohol influence and the dim light). OMFG! What's going on in here? I started to follow the 'blood path' and it led me to my bedroom. I'm so going to faint anytime. What if the murderer was still around? What if he kills me? What if...What if... My bed! It was flooded with blood! WAIT! That's not blood. They were......rose petals?
"Did you see it? Did you see it?" A voiced boomed from the back. I looked around and saw ten stalks of roses on my bed. And out of 10, there was one rose that look different. I took the different rose out and realized it was a box. I opened and saw the dazzling stone. The tear tap was turned on again. I couldn't stop crying anymore. I was so shocked and happy. I was so frightened and clueless. I was so all over the place. And he came out from my closet and popped the question, "Would you marry me?" And in between my tears, wailing and heavy breathing, I managed to say a "Yes". He hugged me and tried to hush me down.
When I finally calmed down, he took the ring and said, “If it doesn't fit, we can always go back and alter." He put the ring on my finger and it was the perfect fit.
