As much as I'd like to call this metaphorical or
even something heavily emotional, it's not.

This is what happened:

I was doing the dishes while my fiance was in
the bathroom getting ready to leave for work.
I ended up having a glass slip out of my hand
and shatter right in the proximity of my hand.
This caused several fingers on my left hand to
bleed. I ended up swearing and immediately
began to clean up the broken glass, seeing my
hand bleeding pretty bad but not caring about
that. Reji came upstairs, he heard the glass break.
By that time, I was already putting paper towels
on my hand, so all he saw was bloody paper.

He ended up sitting me down at the counter, cleaning
off my hand and bandaging. I protested saying that
I was okay and that he would be late for work. He didn't
care, he made sure my hands were tended to before
he left.

The entire time he bandaged my hand, I felt terrible
that he took time to help me when I so stupidly messed
up. Cue the tears, I hated that he loves me so much
because I felt that I don't give him enough.

SO YEAH; tldr, I cut my hand and got all emotional
and stuff when Reji cleaned and bandaged my hands.


This was an actual experience a week ago. Hah...>_>