17th Feb 2019: Eyeshadow Incident
"Let me do it," he said.
"Forget it," I replied, "Just leave it."
"Just let me do something for you," he insisted.
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Besides being my husband, Lenson is also kind of like me personal pharmacist, doctor, best friend, chauffeur, and to top it all off, my finance manager.
Today, I seek permission from my finance manager to buy a new eyeshadow palette. Not those atas expensive one from Sephora, but an affordable one from Catrice at Guardian. I've previously bought one to leave it at work (yes I have a makeup pouch at office) and thought it was quite easy to use.
My convincing point was that I was going to throw my $3.50 Focallure palette that I have been using for more than a year. Lenson gave the green light so we fumbled around the shelf for that palette colour I wanted. Heng ah, have.
After we paid, we chucked the palette into the Watsons bag (we bought a Hiruscar gel because Lenson said his pimple cream was finishing, plus I also wanted to try Hiruscar) and left for home.
When we got out of the car, we transferred the item from my handcarry bag, to Lenson's bag so that we can keep my handcarry back into the boot. While doing so, the eyeshadow palette fell. My first thought was that the powder were all gonna crack. On one look, everything looked intact so I heaved a sigh of relief.
It was only until we reached home and I wanted to take away the plastic did I realise, the eyeshadow did cracked. Thankfully, it was only the white highlight. All the other colours seem to be still solidly intact.
I got annoyed a little because I wouldn't have dropped the eyeshadow if Lenson hadn't ask that we transfer the item from the handcarry while we were handling so many stuffs.
He knew I was upset. That a new eyeshadow was just ruined like that.
Without saying a second word, he took the eyeshadow and started trying to fix it. It was cute how he tried to press back and said it's done, shook the eyeshadow and realised it's not actually fixed lol.
I told him to just throw away the highlight part and leave the palette. I was annoyed but it cannot be undone anyway. Plus, that colour wasn't the focus of that palette. Lenson did what I said, to throw away the cracked highlight. But he went beyond that. He asked me for something that can allow him to clean out the residue.
I passed him a q-tip and he patiently cleaned the slot out of the white residue.
At that moment, all I can think of is how tolerant he has been of me and how much he is taking care of me in every way, physically and emotionally.
Someone told me that one of my ex told her I got together with Lenson because Lenson's family is wealthy. While I laugh it off, I kinda agree to it too. I got together with Lenson because Lenson took a lot of initiative to hang out with me or to show his sincerity, such as driving us out to different parts of Singapore, or to my house in the middle of the night just to give me food because he knew I was upset. And all those were only possible because Lenson's family is wealthy enough to for him to have a driving license and car.
But I also wish that the ex knew how much of these little actions that are the real reason why I ended up getting together with Lenson. No amount of wealth Lenson (or his family) has can erase how much I hate his past. Instead, it's all these gestures of love from Lenson that money can't buy that really made me want to move past the obstacle to spend the rest of my life with Lenson.
---
I watched in silent.
It occurred to me once again.
How loved I am by him.
"Forget it," I replied, "Just leave it."
"Just let me do something for you," he insisted.
---
Besides being my husband, Lenson is also kind of like me personal pharmacist, doctor, best friend, chauffeur, and to top it all off, my finance manager.
Today, I seek permission from my finance manager to buy a new eyeshadow palette. Not those atas expensive one from Sephora, but an affordable one from Catrice at Guardian. I've previously bought one to leave it at work (yes I have a makeup pouch at office) and thought it was quite easy to use.
My convincing point was that I was going to throw my $3.50 Focallure palette that I have been using for more than a year. Lenson gave the green light so we fumbled around the shelf for that palette colour I wanted. Heng ah, have.
After we paid, we chucked the palette into the Watsons bag (we bought a Hiruscar gel because Lenson said his pimple cream was finishing, plus I also wanted to try Hiruscar) and left for home.
When we got out of the car, we transferred the item from my handcarry bag, to Lenson's bag so that we can keep my handcarry back into the boot. While doing so, the eyeshadow palette fell. My first thought was that the powder were all gonna crack. On one look, everything looked intact so I heaved a sigh of relief.
It was only until we reached home and I wanted to take away the plastic did I realise, the eyeshadow did cracked. Thankfully, it was only the white highlight. All the other colours seem to be still solidly intact.
I got annoyed a little because I wouldn't have dropped the eyeshadow if Lenson hadn't ask that we transfer the item from the handcarry while we were handling so many stuffs.
He knew I was upset. That a new eyeshadow was just ruined like that.
Without saying a second word, he took the eyeshadow and started trying to fix it. It was cute how he tried to press back and said it's done, shook the eyeshadow and realised it's not actually fixed lol.
I told him to just throw away the highlight part and leave the palette. I was annoyed but it cannot be undone anyway. Plus, that colour wasn't the focus of that palette. Lenson did what I said, to throw away the cracked highlight. But he went beyond that. He asked me for something that can allow him to clean out the residue.
I passed him a q-tip and he patiently cleaned the slot out of the white residue.
At that moment, all I can think of is how tolerant he has been of me and how much he is taking care of me in every way, physically and emotionally.
Someone told me that one of my ex told her I got together with Lenson because Lenson's family is wealthy. While I laugh it off, I kinda agree to it too. I got together with Lenson because Lenson took a lot of initiative to hang out with me or to show his sincerity, such as driving us out to different parts of Singapore, or to my house in the middle of the night just to give me food because he knew I was upset. And all those were only possible because Lenson's family is wealthy enough to for him to have a driving license and car.
But I also wish that the ex knew how much of these little actions that are the real reason why I ended up getting together with Lenson. No amount of wealth Lenson (or his family) has can erase how much I hate his past. Instead, it's all these gestures of love from Lenson that money can't buy that really made me want to move past the obstacle to spend the rest of my life with Lenson.
---
I watched in silent.
It occurred to me once again.
How loved I am by him.
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