“The princess just couldn’t sleep, so her prince came over to lull her to sleep.”
In the video, Roland’s profile could be seen as he gently hummed a pleasant tune. He had a beautiful voice and sang very well.
When I was feeling down, I once insisted that he sing a song for me. I remembered his response. “I’m not a singer, if you want to hear a song, just search online.”
Looking back on our seven years together, Roland's patience with me was indeed quite limited. I blocked both Lysandra and Roland, as a way of wishing them a matching pair in my own unique manner.
When I woke up the next morning, Roland was asleep beside me. Perhaps it was a change in perspective, but the profile that once fascinated me now seemed rather bland.
I quickly got up, washed up and ran downstairs to buy breakfast. By the time Roland woke up, my breakfast time was nearing its end.
He sat at the table, waiting for me to bring the prepared breakfast to him like many mornings before. But instead, I went straight to the sink to wash the dishes and walked past him.
“Where’s my breakfast?”