2years, 3weeks.

...because to you, we are already married and we stick like a glue. that's it. i dont know how you do it, but i find it pretty hard to catch up with your pace sometimes, really.

some things dont last forever, but some things do. like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.

there is a saying that goes : if you fight like a married couple, talk like bestfriends, flirt like first love, protect each other like brother and sister, it is meant to be! let us cross fingers that all these actually meant the real deal, or else, the things that i have left behind and let go of will forever and ever haunt me in dreams&reality.