Δ everyday is a surprise. what luck is this to wake up and he'd be there and surprises of mood, of depth, shifting. i never know what might happen. all quiet before the storm. in admission of my own flaws. i am never bored. i always know why i am there. i wake up and i am lucky. since we got together, my heart kinda stops everytime i read/hear his name. even if the the text isn't referring to him or coming from the lips of a stranger while on the bus. the smallest of butterfly wings, folding, to muffle any unexpected excitement. from the first time i met him, i was so eager, being just eager is an understatement, tummy churning. i was late. my eyes sieved through the crowd and when our eyes met, 2 metres apart, i thought to myself, hi or hello? hug or shake hands? 15 months later, today, i still cannot even explain how good it feels to look up across a room and see him standing there. happy 15th my dear boy :>
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awwww thats so sweet shasha. =) iloveyou baby boo. =) thanku for everything lovely hahak. I still remember haha hugssssss(butterflies in my stomach) =) iloveu baby happy 15th baby!
you were scared weren't you! but you smelt good, really good :> and definitely looked cuter in person. how blessed i am to be gifted with such a precious person. i love you and i will see you tmr for dinner! i've no work til wednesday cos sandy's in hong kong! she will be back by then i guess. x
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