Notes About You And Me

Because I Need You To Understand

2012-02-08T21:57:00.002Z

Look, so I stood here in the future until there were no leaves left on me. Watched people walked past and whisper, oh poor soul he waited forever but withered here and now he's so lonely.

If only they'd seen the flowers on me when you were here.

Thoughts Of You

2012-01-30T23:59:00.000Z

Are you sure I will be alright? What you've got there in your bag, are those mine? I remember it used to be right here, in my head. It still has my name on it, but I think its all yours now.

I Love You

2012-01-28T15:05:00.007Z

Of all other languages, I know not how to speak. Only how to hold you close, and to make every note sweet.

But I will tell no lies to you, for there is nothing more creative than to speak the truth.

I love you. I love you so much.

The Faith of Liquid Ink

2012-01-12T20:26:00.001Z

Of passion I know not, nor of declarations and forever, come together though they may. But I know of Love. Through You, to you, Love.

The Taste Of Age

2011-12-23T02:36:00.001Z

Like a stone in your mouth. All you ever wanted to do was to break away when in fact all you always needed, was to stay.

It all turns into growing up.

Charm

2011-12-16T05:58:00.000Z

My friend has a pretty face.

It is less like others than like an angel’s.

Never will the richest satins and civil grace,

Suffice her in them.

She will suffice them in her instead.

Her charm is more than a pretty face.

My friend she has a heart like gold.

As either hand would gladly clutch,

Only those who love can hold.

She seems to me a distant dream,

Gold on the outside and gold within.

My friend is one whom I am sure,

When dinner is over guests will agree.

Her nameless charm capturing and pure.

Loved she is by God, and me.

The Wind Blows Under Our Skin

2011-12-12T10:22:00.002Z

Faith is when you believe in what you cannot immediately see. And we are full of faith, from the tiniest cell in our body, to when we run down streets chasing cars to drawing on sidewalks with pencils, to everything we show the world with your hand in mine.

Warm we will be.

The 8th Rule

2011-12-06T00:27:00.001Z

Never give up on love, no matter how difficult it may seem. Have trust in God's plan and in providence. Keep the faith. If it was meant to be, it will be if you always keep your heart where it belongs and nothing can change that.

The Tints Of Your Eyes

2011-11-29T19:57:00.000Z

You need to take off the glasses that you do not know you are wearing.

The Easily Forgotten Timeless

2011-11-20T21:45:00.004Z

I can forget you easily. I can forget you lightly without a thought. I can forget you as simply as the way I pull the stars from heaven, grow roses from castle walls and shake the earth with poetic words whilst singing a song for you outside your door. If that happens, I will promise you something. If that happens, I will forget you.

The Scrap Metal

2011-11-16T14:19:00.002Z

Somewhere in your life I was on this wall of yours. That was before the others came. That was before I was remade for somebody else out of the scrap metal you didn't want.

I am on the edge of forever. Only just.

The Opportunist

2011-11-15T10:09:00.001Z

Today is the tomorrow you were worrying about yesterday. There is no you in tomorrow.

No me, too. I will not be here tomorrow.

Only now.

The Thieves Of Sentiment

2011-11-13T22:35:00.001Z

This is not a plea. I have never had to go on my knees to plead with anyone, nor will I, for what you see without reading, what you hear without listening, what you feel without a hold on your heart is nothing more than business with a story untold and uninterested in.

To you: I have always, since the very first day given you the very best of me wholeheartedly and unreservedly. Even as I would never have dreamed of asking for anything in return you must know that I have already left with a heavy heart for you made it harder for me than it already was to stay and love you.

To you: Innocent, tempting, and confusing. There is a little less than a chance. You are making it harder for me than it already is not to lose myself in you.

To you: So I came here to find out what it meant relive different cultures and see the same thing through new eyes. Yet you came in to teach me that the same language across different seas is not love but money. Please do not make it harder for me than it already is to prove you wrong.

Please. Stop bringing me down to my knees.

The Postman

2011-10-24T00:01:00.003+01:00

When the postman drew up at the porch between noon and one that Saturday afternoon, he was not surprised to see Mr. Waite sitting on the deck chair right beside the box of apartment 5-34. It was only a matter of getting used to, said Mr. Sayers, the postman from 12 years ago who had been told the same by Mr. Baker from 20 years ago when he first took over the job. He almost always took the same angle of recline, his anticipation always only very slightly betrayed by the decidedly too calm air around his demeanour.

"You have a letter. It's not from any name I recognise."

"So I do."

"Yes, it comes with a package. I think its photographs." The postman said with a shrug.

"That sounds nice." He said, after a pause.

"Do you want it now or in your box?"

"I'd like it now please. Thank you very much."

"Pleasure, Mr. Waite."

He took the envelopes, addressed with a style of hand simple but strangely beautiful. With hands so caring despite the wait, he first read the note.

It was folded the same way it came.

And then the photos. On it first was a child, around 8 years of age, he guessed, smiling by the fireplace. She had the same blue eyes.

Then there was the child again, in the arms of the a beautiful woman. She had aged a fair bit since he last saw her but she still looked like magic.

In the last one there was a man. He had not seen him before, but they looked really happy together.

Mr. Waite folded his chair. He never had to use it again.

The Heavy Heart

2011-10-12T22:31:00.002+01:00

Sometimes I wish you could read my mind. Or my heart.

Anything to let you know I'm keeping my head up high just so you have one less person to worry about.

The Unsaid

2011-10-07T21:07:00.006+01:00

There was a time where you sat beside me. The world stood still. (and)

We agreed to go back home. (but)

I can't pretend I miss you a little. I don't. (because)

My heart doesn't just beat one way. (actually)

It was no coincidence.

Sitting there forever would have been nice.

I miss you very much.

It beats for you.

All Over Again

2011-10-02T23:22:00.002+01:00

They took me. They put me in a time machine.

I went back to the day you kissed me.

The Passing

2011-09-30T18:28:00.000+01:00

The other day I wanted to be a part of your life. That's why I think of you, every, other, day.

The Reflection

2011-09-27T01:17:00.001+01:00

I see in your eyes the same things they see in the summer. Something really beautiful.

The Endless Wait

2011-07-15T18:02:00.001+01:00

You were always a little like sunset.

The Whistle Of The Wind

2011-01-09T12:09:00.000Z

If you must fly, fly without strings but never too far.

The Shades Of White

2011-01-01T15:47:00.000Z

I appreciate that you've left. But I never appreciated you leaving.

The Oh Bang Chitter

2010-12-31T15:09:00.002Z

Every day of your life, remember your heart can be bigger than what you're letting it be.

Have A Happy New Year, and thanks for having been here.

Love,
Me

The Fresh Green Grass

2010-12-18T17:12:00.002Z

Got one more blog, as an addition to this.

The Window To Your Soul

2010-12-18T16:30:00.001Z

If everyone, like him, saw her eyes looking back into their own at the shop in the mall on that special Sunday afternoon, would they have felt the same too?

The Struggle To Reach The Clouds

2010-12-02T15:25:00.002Z

I've been trying to stop caring about whether or not you are an angel, whether this is love at first sight, whether or not you remember me and whether you'll talk to me.

Look what you've done to my air.

The Steps On Your Chessboard

2010-12-02T15:22:00.001Z

Listen, if there was any other way for me to tell you I've been in love with you since the very first day we met and that I've been waiting here for the day we'd meet again, I wouldn't be here. You wouldn't be reading this.

The Scene Behind Your Eyes

2010-11-17T11:38:00.065Z

I've been thinking quite a lot about something recently.

You know how it feels, waking up in the morning, going for lunch, sitting somewhere watching someone. Anyone.

Feeling detached.

Its a feeling everyone has at some point of time.

You slowly see how some people are more genuine than others. Usually its those casual laid-back people or those that care enough that feel more real, sincere, more likely to be your true friend when you fight a storm.

Then there are the ones who seem to work hard, present themselves well to your boss. They give you advice whether you ask for it or not, and yet you know deep down you won't be able to trust to catch your back when you fall. You don't wish to be led by them and yet they still always seem to score the biggest haul when you fish with the same rod.

And occasionally, some people surprise you, in both good ways and bad.

The ones you originally perceived to be lazy and not participative might turn out to be one of the nicest people you knew.

The one you thought had something good in his character might turn to scramble for his own safety and leave you in the lurch at the slightest hint of trouble.

You feel like shit. Like how the whole world is unfair and nobody recognizes character above intellect anymore.

You talk about it, and everyone says life is like that. They tell you that its a dark cruel world and its going to stay that way, so you accept it, move on and struggle along. Still detached.

Because you know it doesn't have to be like that.

You're right, you know.

It really doesn't.

The Randomness Of Set Pieces

2010-11-13T10:39:00.001Z

If you still think love can't be found on subway trains, by chance encounters and fleeting glances caught, and if you still think forgiving and forgetting are two very different things altogether,

Please think again.

Please.

The Passing

2010-11-09T11:16:00.000Z

Love is the last thing, even when we all turn to dust and ashes, even when the great turn to stone, that we shall call our own.

The Rules Of Distance

2010-11-09T09:38:00.001Z

I thought I saw you the other day in a place I knew you wouldn't be but I waved anyway and if (only) she were you, you waved and smiled back too.

The Function Of Bedsheets

2010-11-08T15:03:00.001Z

Like how hands used to be for holding, innocence used to be beautiful.

The Story Book

2010-10-15T17:04:00.003+01:00

There was a man who put his feet on the ground early in the morning and was shocked to find that he could walk no longer. He sold his house and spent the rest of his life travelling the world in a wheelchair and a hot air balloon, showing others the what he could make out of the disaster. Hope.

There was a lady who walked into a military institute and saw a young man that looked like her son in full combat gear. She told him she was proud that men like him were able and willing to do for the country what her dead child couldn't. The young man subsequently fought in wars, till he himself was taken and she never forgave herself.

There was a young girl in the inner cities who had never seen her father and had never known love. She found him one day in Detroit, as a pastor who stood on daises on Sunday mornings. He had spoken about a daughter he lost and never found. They took each other as parent and child and they were of different races.

There was a middle aged man, a young woman and another middle aged man who took a coffee break, and donated their change to the same box in the corner. The money went to an old lady halfway across the globe. She purchased a few groceries, bought a ticket with the money and came back to reunite with the young lady's father. They never knew how.

There was a boy writing lines unto a page a few days after his birthday. He was writing the post for a friend whom he wanted to remember, and all he had wanted to say was, faith not fear, my friend.

The One Who Taught Me We're Not Too Old To Play

2010-10-10T05:07:00.000+01:00

Happy Birthday, my friend.

The Need To Wage War?

2010-10-10T05:04:00.000+01:00

Lets face it. How much of the things you spoke about as a child are things you still believe in?

The Way You Hover, The Way I Fleet

2010-10-08T17:31:00.000+01:00

Things, no matter how you tilt your head trying to see, don't always fall into symmetry.

Put it this way. You don't have to miss me for me to miss you like I do.

Even if we've never really met.

The Time I've Been Away

2010-09-25T18:46:00.000+01:00

I hope you keep on going strong. You deserve to.

The Trees Are Made Of Metal

2010-09-11T06:42:00.001+01:00

There is a chance that somewhere out there, there are elephants that fly, using their ears as big flapping wings to create the winds we feel.

Perhaps in the deepest forests of Brunei there are people that still rub rocks unto twigs, praying for fire and deliverance from the gods that give them rain.

Maybe in a place where no humans have stepped foot before there are animals that talk and walk on bridges to the skies to give toasts to the angels and speak with God about how to make humans less painful to watch.

And there might be a time when I will bump into you waiting for me at the corner of the station. I will act like I am not surprised, and before you show me the way home, all that should have happened with us, will happen.

The Chinks In Your Armour

2010-09-04T16:31:00.000+01:00

How strong you are is no different from how strong the person looking back at you in the mirror is. And no matter how many mirrors you break I will always be here to tell you what they were meant to say and even if you will break me accidentally these words will remain.

You're strong. I love you, friend.

The Everyday Man's Relativity

2010-09-04T16:17:00.004+01:00

No one in this world will deny that the number of half days/pencils/foot steps/pieces/window panes/words in the mirror/poetry say something about us. But all of these are nothing compared to honesty and if you think every word ever written was about you please raise your hand.

And if you did, you were wrong.

The Red Cross Army

2010-09-03T16:59:00.001+01:00

The thing about pain, is that as you grow older you get more used to it. Till it becomes more like a routine than a feeling.

Stay young.

The Close Of Nothing

2010-08-28T03:28:00.000+01:00

And all we were went into nothing when I made you a memory. And my heart a stone.

The Cracks In The Song

2010-08-27T16:54:00.000+01:00

Snippets from a song I sang to you. Like words of a sentence you chose to register. Other words you either forgot. Chose not to care about. Glad. Over.

The Days Of The Week

2010-08-21T15:57:00.002+01:00

This is written for you, and only you. I need you to know, so follow each word as you read each line.

Put your left hand on your heart. Leave your right hand on your mouse. Sit back in your chair. Read the next sentence out aloud.

Tell me something about you and me, something so powerful that will shake the world and bring me to my knees, face to the ground. Because I miss you/ You told me something/ I love you/ You need to tell me the truth/ I hate you/ I need to make things clear/ We need some time/ I do not love you anymore.

The Time Trekker

2010-08-14T18:33:00.001+01:00

This is my speech. Dear you. Time is a blanket. It changes the way people feel about things. Time is a new layer. It changes the way people remember things. Time is a fog. It changes the way people see things. Time is also a reminder. That somewhere/sometime back where I turned, there is a you that still feels the same. So please pardon me. I will take awhile to travel back to find you. Plus the pieces of my heart I left in your bag. Please be patient. Thank you. I love you.

The Longing Of Empty Space

2010-08-14T04:37:00.000+01:00

Where were you last week? I missed you.

The Single Standard

2010-08-09T09:06:00.000+01:00

I'm sorry you can't choose who loves you and who doesn't. I wish you had someone you could love back, too.

The Cause And Effect

2010-08-09T09:02:00.001+01:00

Sometimes I think the reason why I breathe and smile is because I still love you. Like how a rose grows its thorns because the sky is up there, somewhere.

The Following

2010-08-08T16:57:00.000+01:00

You can touch me, with your hand or with your heart.

Or both. That would be nice.

The Verse From Paul

2010-08-07T06:49:00.002+01:00

Love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, it does not take offence, it is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other peoples' sins but delights in the truth, it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.

The Pieces Fall Away

2010-08-06T16:59:00.000+01:00

1) Each time I remind you I exist, I crack.

2) Today I am glass.

3) One day, I will be shards.

∞) I'd be lying if I said I'd have stopped loving you by then.

The Hand On The Doorknob

2010-08-06T07:46:00.000+01:00

Sorry.

The Call You Might Want To Make Me

2010-08-05T15:40:00.004+01:00

I have no idea what to say to you today.

The Sunday Best To Your Tribute

2010-07-26T15:28:00.001+01:00

If it was so easy, I would wear the same clothes, down to the exact length of my tie. Till I become a photograph. Till I become a statue. Till I become a feeling.

See you when I get back.

The Ghosts You Visit

2010-07-26T03:48:00.000+01:00

You always said you'd make/find/sacrifice time to visit someday next week/month/year/decade/lifetime and properly translated that meant "I'll visit you after you're gone".

The Fleeting Makes Forever

2010-07-25T18:30:00.003+01:00

Don't look lightly at the easiest, quickest decisions, however small, mundane, unexciting because your shortest moment, decides the future forever.

And if you still don't understand, don't litter, don't waste, don't cheat, don't spite, don't speed and don't sleep around.

The Order Of Scars

2010-07-25T17:19:00.001+01:00

What you see on pottery now is what they saw on my bones after I died or after you left.

Whichever came first.

The World Spins Different Directions

2010-07-25T16:54:00.001+01:00

I write this website now not for anyone, but for everyone.

And you are not everyone.

The Letter My Eyes Write

2010-07-24T17:29:00.006+01:00

You make some people smile.

You make some people feel special.

You make some people laugh.

You make me happy.

You make me sad.

You make me laugh/cry/whisper/kneel/jump/love/pick up a pen.

You make us/you/me/heaven.

Why don't you stay for awhile?

The Screw Ups Of Gravity

2010-07-24T03:36:00.003+01:00

Maybe this is why I stand so still.

The Botanist's Untold Story

2010-07-18T05:32:00.002+01:00

Maybe I will walk around with my shears looking for something to cut and prune.

Maybe I will look and actually notice some colours in the tree we never saw before, like orange, green, purple and blue.

Maybe I will look up the trees and see the sun like a young boy in the folds of a curtain, just peeking through.

Maybe when I rake the soil I'll find a bottle with a letter from somebody's grandfather to that somebody's grandmother about his love so true.

Maybe I will stop by a pretty flower and be reminded of you.

I love. Definitely.

The Way You Changed Me

2010-07-14T17:36:00.000+01:00

There were times when I stopped caring. But there were always more times when there was you.

The Letterbox On Your Porch

2010-07-14T17:29:00.001+01:00

So if I can't be your writer, at least I can be your postman.

The Chips Don't Lie

2010-07-14T16:54:00.001+01:00

I swear I was telling the truth when I said the stakes for you were far too high to risk.

The Secret's In The Telling

2010-07-11T09:12:00.001+01:00

You are my sweet shops to a kid. You are my smoke stacks to a factory. You are my windows to the openings. You are my wine bottles to an alcoholic. You are my sky to an eagle. You are my pillars to a building.

I'm glad you're you.

The Movement Of Stills

2010-07-10T15:05:00.000+01:00

All the mirrors without you in it, is glass.

The Cycle Is Not Important

2010-06-19T18:10:00.001+01:00

Perhaps we are shadows of the past taken from the whispers of some existence we will never see. Maybe we are the future of our children carried back to save the world. Probably we are saviors of the universe we were born to defend and heroes for the people we love.

Or we could be angels. I don't know. Nobody cares anyway.

Just love.

The Note To Family

2010-06-05T09:29:00.000+01:00

The toughest ten days in my life will start tomorrow. Please know that I am doing this for you, because of you, and before we know it I will come back to you. <3

The Bow I Will Take

2010-05-30T06:44:00.000+01:00

So saying I was here is almost never the same as saying we were here.

How about some applause.

The Reshuffled Viewpoint

2010-05-30T06:22:00.003+01:00

Whatever you could possibly mean to me, as friends, lovers, drinks, walks and lessons doesn't change the fact that somewhere out there I lost you and you forgot me. Now I'm all alone and you've made your point.

So please, turn back time.

The Paper Book For 2009

2010-05-22T04:48:00.001+01:00

So I wrote things for you, the things that you saw and the same things that I never told you.

Just so you know, I wish you'd ask me one more time.

The Transfer

2010-05-22T04:38:00.001+01:00

My shins hurt from all the running and there seems to be little I can do about the pain except when I remember you, for in that instance it all seems to go away.

And back to the tender heart.

The Sudden Tribute

2010-05-18T12:52:00.003+01:00

The world was not built in a day, but in a second of God and an eternity of mankind.
The heart of men was not built in a day, but in the lives of mankind and shattered in an instant.
The greatness of people is not the fights they partook, but the fights in their hearts.

So this is for all of those who gave and took, who loved and lost, whose spirits live forever more.

The Universal Dedication To One Sided Lovers

2010-05-17T04:11:00.000+01:00

Go and race. I'll flag you off at the start with cheers and catcalls. He'll receive you with open arms at the finish line.

You'll live happily ever after. I'll be okay.

The Times

2010-05-16T05:46:00.002+01:00

Sometimes I feel close to you. Sometimes I feel as though I need you. Sometimes I recognize that you're not there anymore. Sometimes I write you notes slotted inconspicuously inside here so that you won't know that particular one was for you and sometimes they say that I was blind not to have cherished you but if you must know some time before we decided to grow older, I loved you.

The Traces Of Yourself

2010-05-15T12:33:00.001+01:00

Dear you. You've left me a few comments. I've noticed it and wondered who.

Now, please tell me who you are so I can give this rose a name.

The Rusty Diamond

2010-05-11T03:47:00.003+01:00

People, like things, get left behind sometimes. Maybe because people forget that we are not digits in a wallet. Maybe because people forget that we are not alphabets in a phone book and maybe because we're not meant to remember or be remembered.

I don't believe a single one. Do you?

The Homecoming

2010-05-10T07:31:00.000+01:00

Its okay if you don't read this before I die, but read this before you do.

The Cry Of Honesty

2010-05-09T07:09:00.001+01:00

This flower is not a forest. And we are not islands.

But its alright. We can be big fat strawberries bouncing along the highway of cars for all I care.

The Stakes Are Unmarked

2010-05-08T03:42:00.001+01:00

Which means you see some people as choices when they see you as options and all you have to do is to say,

I was an idiot, now let's get out of here.

The Stolen Call

2010-04-30T16:11:00.003+01:00

You said we would not work out the way we should and I deserve someone better. But just so you know, love, you are the best one of the best ones.

The Medical Incision

2010-04-29T04:11:00.000+01:00

Those bastards, they dragged me down. They put medicines in my stomach and poked needles in my lungs. They tried to make me scream your name so they'd get you as well.

I don't know about me. But you're safe, love.

The Letter's Essence

2010-04-28T04:11:00.000+01:00

Every morning when I wake up I will instinctively think of the trip to school and half expect to see your message saying you are already at the bus stop near my house. My eyes will then rest on the photos of my family and us, resting on my table, in my notebook, and for those few seconds I will take comfort in knowing that although our fate did not work out and we might not go back to being the closest we were before, there was indeed a time, and there is still a hope in life where my love will pull us through to even better times in the future.

Till then, my dear, follow your heart if that makes you happy.

The Perspective

2010-04-27T04:11:00.000+01:00

I will only see this as a rainbow when you stand beside me, love.

The Stairway To Heaven

2010-04-26T04:11:00.013+01:00

What we have in common, you and I, is that we are looking a life full of love and laughter.

All of that plus you is heaven to me.

The Je t'aime

2010-04-23T16:11:00.001+01:00

You can take my map and lead me round the prettiest buildings before running into the one with the perfect windows that we both adore. We'll talk about what we mean to each other and what we want in our lives before walking back down with your hands safe in mine, or with our heads held high, knowing we meant exactly what we said.

The Evolution

2010-04-22T04:11:00.000+01:00

Some things about you have changed. Your dressing. Your vocabulary. Your newly dyed hair. You look more grown up and act a little different sometimes. Thats alright.

As long as we feel the same, love.

The Ground Never Tempts The Flyer

2010-04-21T04:11:00.003+01:00

You enjoy the view when you're up there in the air. Thats why you fly and thats why we love watching you fly.

We're all so proud of you, love.

The End Of Light

2010-04-12T04:11:00.000+01:00

You are here. I am there.

Trust me, we are as near as our hearts dictate.

The(re) Are Flowers That Bloom Forever

2010-04-11T04:11:00.007+01:00

I mean, how do you let go of the person who means happiness to you? The one who lets you find stars and galaxies from looking in her eyes, and the same person that you are content to give your very best and nothing less?

The Feelings Written In Ink

2010-04-10T04:11:00.002+01:00

Although the only people I love more than you are my parents and brother and it will stay that way, I still want you to know that you mean more to me than anyone else I have ever met. Your memory pulls me through the darkest moments because I know you are out there fighting your battle as well so I'll be strong for both your sake and mine. Sometimes I force myself not to cry in order to look tough, and yet sometimes I have to let the tears flow because its my way of knowing I'm still loving you unabashedly. If I could travel a thousand miles to see you smile for a second I would go the full distance and if I could risk it all for you to be happy I'd throw myself on the line.

Please handle me with care.

The Clouds Rain On Trees

2010-04-09T04:11:00.001+01:00

The truth is, I know I can hold out and hold on fighting for you till my forever melts into never.

The Parting Duolouge

2010-04-08T04:11:00.000+01:00

You: We'll all have to part someday.

Me: I don't want us to part.

You: It's inevitable. We might not even meet again.

Me: How do you expect me to go when I love you so?

You: You can choose to leave me without a trace or leave me like an explosion. One big bang that will shake our universe to its deepest roots. I don't care.

Me: I'll wait for you till I die.

You: What if you don't have long enough to wait?

Me: Then I'll wait for you in heaven. Or anywhere you go.

The Conclusion Of Confusion

2010-04-07T04:11:00.001+01:00

I don't care if they twist me like a piece of rubber. Break me like a stick. Hit me like a boxer against his lifelong opponent and force me into a corner. Because the walls are paper. The tables are dust. The dancing lights are whispers of beauty and the flailing fists are diamonds turned into sand.

My love for you is ever strong.

The Sun And The Stock

2010-04-06T04:11:00.000+01:00

You might look to me as the stumbler searching for the light.

I will always look to you as you are.

Beautiful.

The Legacy

2010-04-05T04:11:00.002+01:00

Some write for discovery. Some write for purpose. Some write for recognition. Some write to be read and although the reasons are different there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Still, I will always be proud that when I say I write for love and say I write for you, what I mean is the exact same thing.

The Dream Of Godot

2010-04-04T04:11:00.002+01:00

I said I wanted to live in a place where I could do as I pleased and you said I was already there.

So please don't blame me for having kissed you on the lips there and then.

The Sweetheart Deal

2010-04-03T04:11:00.000+01:00

Its actually quite simple. Take my hand like how you've taken my heart (as yours). I'll give you the very best of me (praying that I'm good enough for you) and we'll live happily every after.

I miss you.

The End Is Never Definite

2010-04-02T16:11:00.001+01:00

So they tell you to begin with the end in mind in all that you do.

Just a note of caution, always be prepared for more.

<3

The Continuous Sequence

2010-04-01T04:11:00.000+01:00

You see, I can't say something world changing happens at 11.11 every day. Yet, I can't say nothing special happens too.

Because 11.11 isn't just a memory of something that happened before.

11.11 is a symbol of hope.

For you and for me.