just minishorts.

Closer friends would know that my bf's sold his car and we're now alternating between my car and his mother's car, whichever is more convenient. Obviously being the gf makes my three year old wira the easier option — after all, I drive to work, and the car stays still in the carpark from 8 to 6 daily.

So suddenly, I'm meeting Eric not just once daily, but several times daily. Mornings, its hello, peck on the cheek, and then we're off to breakfast, after that he'll drop me off work with a bear hug, and promises to pick me up after work later. And then we have dinner, it's either at his place, usually at mine, and Mum's begun to cook more hearty dinners since I'm dining at home more often now.

It's almost as if we were settling down, except, of course, we're living apart still, and he takes the car home every night, usually. No, living together isn't an option, not just yet. There are many reasons to this, monetary, religion, culture, tradition… If you haven't already know, I am very conservative, and Eric is more so than me. But this isn't necessarily a bad thing of course.

Perhaps with the increased frequency of meeting each other, we've grown more attached to each other, and its true, we call each other more often now. Not just to listen to each's voice, but our conversations are more intimate, like deep discussions about personal struggles, and personal plans for the future.

Sometimes, like last night, I had dinner at his place, and because he's got an early appointment the next morning, I drive the car home. Or maybe he realizes the inconvenience of sharing a car when we live in separate homes–so today he's promised that he'll get the new car a little sooner, although I can't quite place my feelings about this. I'll admit that I quite like being chauffeured to and fro from work, and I can probably settle into this arrangement for many months to come. Or maybe what I thought was right–it's true, these little things, they place pressure in a relationship. When this arrangement first started, there were problems, and strange arguments over nothing in particular. A few weeks later, we've grown used to the inconveniences, we've argued less, I'm contented, and I'm acclimatized to this. It's not really that bad a thing after all.

Maybe somewhere in between, there lies the faintest flicker that maybe, a shared future isn't quite that ambitious after all.