loving someone is like holding onto a balloon in a gail. Sometimes the wind gets too strong, it escapes your hands.

For all that i've become, for all that you made me feel, i thank you. For all those endless quarrels, for all the flirtatious disses, i cannot do without.

Cos you are, by far, the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.

To be my only last romance, i'll be down on my knees praying.


Happy 22nd month of [HASyOt], love.


I love you.