Saturday, September 24
to the inexistentdad's driving us up to malaysia tomorrow. why am i not so excited at all? aside from some shopping and spending lots of time with my ipod i can't really see much positivity.
to you: thanks for everything. for always being here. my shopping partner, my crapping buddy, my counsellor, my confidante. the one i could tell everything to. the one who would tell me everything. the one in front of whom i would never have to put up any pretense, no barriers and no distances between us. my friend, my pillow-fight buddy, my star-gazing mate. the times we just laid under the starless skies, the times we would debate over stupid things and laugh. breakfast in bed. lunch in bed too. supper and dessert all in bed too. how we would spend the day reading something stupid at the library. or the night, with the candles and the music and the love that we'd make. or just drinking and screaming by the rocks and the sea. singing in the rain. running around like two little kids. in short, my everything. i just stop short of saying, "____"-slapslap.
still waiting, perhaps.
wait, maybe not.
keep running, mate.
hmm.
