It was suppose to be a good day

Today was suppose to be a good day, at least that's what I thought.

Everything started off well, we had fun.

You told me to wake you up in 30 min but I saw how tired you were and let you sleep for 1.5 hours instead. My tummy rumbled from no brunch except a cheese bread and asked you to wake up.

We went out to the nearby mall looking for food and settled for Sushi Express. We created our own laughs, talked so much on the way and I felt immensely happy even though we were just walking looking for a barber to cut your hair. We talked about how wandering about the neighbourhood easily made us so contented and we got your hair cut. You looked dashing as always.

After a phone call, everything spiralled. I was upset, I complaint but still suggested splitting the errands so that we could get it over and done with. Went back, you tried so hard to cajole me like always and I tried hard to stay mad. We painted, or at least I did. You did a small painting and lost inspiration you said. But you sat next to me and continued watching me. I took a short break and laid in bed with you. Things quickly got back to normal. We were doing silly antics, talking about future kids' names (we said a girl and a boy would be perfect), I challenged you to do certain tricks and the room filled with laughter again.

What followed after should've been all good but it didn't. Sunday didn't end off well.

I wished for the day to start all over again, so I'd have the chance to make everything alright and not ruin an almost-perfect weekend. I guess these are all part of a relationship but funny enough, today's negativity stemmed from external factors.

For the entire way home, the only thought I had in mind was "What should I do to not allow today's incident to repeat itself?" But I couldn't generate any ideas, sigh I really hate ending the weekends like this. One thing I was thankful for was how you'd always remain yet so calm while I was burning with emotions inside. We are like ying and yang, balancing each other well. I guess over time, we both know the roles to play when each of us aren't in the best of moods. I'm really thankful for that and am very thankful for you.

"It will get better," you texted. 

Yes it will, it always gets better.

Now, I really want to redo Sunday so that we can usher the new week on a high.