"I just love e way we connect.
I'm drawn towards it, and you yourself.
I look up to you.
Your cute antics amuse me.
Your eyes speak volumes.
And you know how to treat a girl right.
And i can talk to you bout anything and everything.
So i wish i could be in your arms.
I wish time didnt play a trick on us.
I wish for e day i can call you my boy officially.
Till happily after."
~0235
"I'm experiencing insomnia though i'm tired. Sigh. I miss you. I don't know since when i started to anticipate our meetups. Whenever i hear honks, car beeping sounds from below when i'm lying on my bed awake, i cant help but ask myself if it's you giving a surprise visit. There was one night it became quite bad
i was resting my head on my folded arms at my kitchen window, looking out to e carpark.
And on those nights, e sessions would end off w my grown-up self speaking to the child within." Go sleep ba. dont think so much."
~0136
The thought has come before, but i have always dismissed it. It seems like its unavoidable.
When 2 persons have given everything for you.
And yet you cannot reciprocate in equal terms.
You end up hurting both and damning yourself to hell.
Who will answer the prayer for someone who do not deserve to be salvaged?
If there should be pain, let the pain be on me. Spare them of the agony.
How could you have forgotten about me?
Clean forgotten. For hours.
It only hurts more to learn that u were in his company moments before.
Will u understand?
Will you too make sure that its the last time i cried if i had?
Once upon a time,
there was this old man.
And this old man,
has a vase.
The vase looks ordinary, but the old man insist it's special.
And every day, the old man will take the vase out and wipe it clean with care,
Caressing the contours and staring at it,
like it was the most expensive thing on earth.
When the old man died,
the sons and daughters gathered,
and sold the vase they did,
only to find out it's worth no more than a single penny.
It turns out that it's special,
only to the old man perhaps,
something that grew more and more as he wipes and clean it every day.
Something is special not because it is,
but because, to the person who think it is,
that person had spent effort polishing it.
Do you understand? Effort of maintenance. Not magic.
It seems to have become a battle.
Between you and her.
Between my disdain for exorbitant luxury and your obsession for them
Between my my preference for natural and your quest for vanity
Between my overly possessive self and your desire to break free
Between my capabilities and yours
I seem to be embarking on a quest to prove my worth.
That is why not all everybody suits you, and you have actually found one who can overlook this battle in the name of LOVE.
