A month and still dreaming

I resorted to twitter when I knew I could't show how I felt earlier on. Those close, would know, and the only two person who really knew what i felt every.step.of.the.way was Huda and Yaya. We would email each other. Day and night. Day and night. They were always there for me from the begininng. If I didn't have em, I think I'd shrink and die. 

Suprisingly, I didn't turn out bitter.  I did, have that superior thinking that boys are stupid and useless and hopeless. Ok, that sounds like a bitter woman to me. LOL. 

But Aizad changed every part of me. I am such a stubborn person. Yaya knows. I've turned against her once. LOL. But he has taught me about patience. and forgiveness. and love. and love. and love. 

We met a few months ago ONCE, at an event, but I had the image of him being a 27 year old desperate, lonely, divorcee, who runs around chasing chicks and using his money to do so. LOL. Believe me, I hated his guts.

His first line to me was "Oh, ni la Mumtaz". LOL. 

First date was an accident. 

Second date was with my brother
Third date was with my best friend. 

Fourth date was with his family. 

And that's when his Mom proposed. LOL. 'Sayang, you lembab :p'

And from then it went crazy. Crazy fast. Like a rollercoaster. We were so in love I thought I was crazy. And everything was going smoothly That i JUST KNOW that any second, it's going to be all over. 

Here we are two people out of a heartbreak, in love. 

A few dates later and late night calls , we just talked about it. 

"Let's just set a date"

We'd tell each other we're crazy all the time. It was a month. Precisely a month after we got close, that his family came and met mine. 

I think I'm still dreaming.