The romance has gone out of the window and it is my fault.
Since I've gotten hemorrhoid, Wei had taken it upon himself to ensure I get enough roughage for the day.
Every morning, he takes a small tupperware of cereal from the fridge which he'd prepared the night before and pack milk in the thermal flask for me to take to work.
And I feel I owe to him to provide (cubicle) reports - if I'd had a smooth day, if I've had a hard (pardon the pun) session.
Then there's the aftermath. Boy oh boy.