I think.

Being romantic at 5 years old is sharing a baby biscuit.
Being romantic at 15 years old is waiting for each other's CCA session to end, even if it's a Monday and all the weekend homework is undone 'cause you were out part-tor-ing.
Being romantic at 25 years old is.. I don't know.

Being romantic at 55 years old - my Dad's age now - is nothing fanciful too.

Things like forcing my Mum to go exercise everyday. Grabbing my mum and holding her still in the public swimming complex jacuzzi as she tries to escape from the tickle-tickle of water pumping her fats. Fats that are cute, mind you. We love our huggable Mummy. She's not fat, only cute.

My Dad thinking that my Mum is the most sio person on earth when guys are impatient by nature and therefore he's tolerating her as best as he can.
My mum thinking that my Dad is the most impatient person on earth when girls like to take their time to do what they like and therefore she's tolerating him as best as she can.
Abit self-righteous and maybe living in their individual worlds if you ask me, but in their own perspectives, they're sacrificing themselves for each other and loving it.


My parents really cui.


No wonder I also cui.