My happy place

I finally satisfied my three month old char kway teow craving and we laughed about how cheap the restaurant was, charging RM1.20 for a mug of chinese tea that wasn't even freeflow. In fact we laughed about everything.

We walked hand in hand past all the signs screaming Sale!!, gawked at the animals in the pet shop, and shared the last bubble tea from the takeaway counter. Then, sitting on a bench, we talked about everything from religion to Malaysian geography.

Everytime an unfortunate soul crossed our peripheral vision, we'd nudge each other and quickly speculate about what drove the person to dress, walk, talk, or act in their remarkable way before reverting to the latest topic of discussion, quite smug in our own little world, kinda like a pair of goldfish.

I finally understand how two people can be in the noisiest, most crowded place ever but still be completely wrapped up in each other.

I love nights like this, when you aren't there because of things to do but when you've got time to just be with that other person and enjoy the individual that is them.