when life just sucks, somehow hearing all your voices saying about nothing of importance just make me feel like doing something for nothing is still worth it.

i'm tired.
really very tired of everything.

thanks peirre.
thanks nette.

when the salty droplets cascade down, i thank the lord for guiding me to you. no need for words, no need for pretense. that's why i've always and still will loved you.

its our eleventh year P,
fifth year nette.

i'll love you for how you loved me and more.

&always.

-when your days and your nights get a little bit colder-