Daggers at its full charge
Targetted for bloody chaos
With agenda as cause and purpose;
the swords soar sky-high

Angst
the sea engulfs leftover scraps of hope,
like vultures encircling a carcass.
Should they wish to have me dead

Taste sourness with a scrunged face
At tip of tongues you find daggers
Awaiting prey's throats and chests
With thrusting vindication

The finer days have sailed by
No room for salvation
No more room.

The throbbing ache at the back of my lower jaw reminds me of days when I needed to counsel the dentist every six months regarding the health of my teeth and gums. A toothache has been bothering the flexibility of my gums. There is an obvious bulge at the bottom back of my lower jaw's gums which is causing my appetite to turn poor.

I miss days when the class would jeer at the person who was summoned to the dentist in the midst of lessons and preachings. I remember delaying strolls to the dentist just to kill time from lessons, I remember murmuring and reciting in my head what the dentist would kindly tell me and instruct me to do. And once I reached, I was only ordered to occasionally spit water while she gouges my mouth's interior till it bled. She would then comment on how beautiful my set of teeth were, followed up by step-by-step instructions, with a teeth-set dummy and a spare brush, demonstrating the precise technique I should be applying onto my teeth and gums daily. I tried the methods she introduced to my morning and before-bed system, but I got tired of my gums bleeding every morning to my attempts. So I brushed her instructions away. And now, almost 18, and I am lacking the braveness to step into another dental clinic.

Ah, the wonders of reminisce (and the timidness of adulthood).

Grooving to Chemical Brothers isn't exactly a wise choice of music when the temperature in Singapore's up to 32 degrees celcius; it stirs little futuristic wars in my mind, maybe Star Wars might give you a better impression of what this is about. The days spent are brightening with the faces I've not seen much lately, whom are basically comprised of friends and you. Talking about you takes me through wild adventures, a balanced mixture of sugar and spice. Knowing that most times, you bear my different weathers with me too, I'd like, too, to do all that with you.

Unlike how your internet connection snaps and shuts on you, I'll be the trusty soulmate and love you will turn to for ranting and raving at because your access to the internet has failed you. And unlike your computer (which constantly jams on you too), I will instead, stall time, halt the clocks and crush them, and freeze the moment just to be by your side for you to bawl to.

I'll never be one of those people who will promise you a lifetime of goodness and never be there to fulfill them. And it is with this dear love I hold for you that I keep my word to you.

Cliche spells with each word spouted, but you have made the gloomy days shine to the farest ends of my world.

Joyous are men who gather
Human nature an excuse
Love in seldom perfect requit
Money a possession of desires of the shallow
Empty, the hearts that seek them

I dwell in hollow materialism,
proclaiming righteousness not practiced.
Silhouettes of solace built with effortlessness
Bliss toppled on its solid pillars

Destiny's temperament made me a tool
Love smirked at me as the world's greatest fool.

Alas, time ripens
Writings running out of ink, words in regretful demise
Final hours of the night to waste of foolish reasons
Last promises thrust emptiness
Felicity never belonged
Solace in seek of refuge
Spirit in subtle lay to rest

There, you find facade, a fashion in many's stories
A thousand tales, still inkless
Blotched.
Not a pen on its surface, transparency dismissed
Fairytales at its unfold; bad dreams in soulful perspiration

Memories locked by heart
Situations handled by the mind
Pieces hand-written for remembrance
You have been but my guardian.

Close doors,
Comebacks will bless in victorious delegation
like kings from bloody wars.
Happenings will awaken, wide.

And soulcleavage,
it is but goodbye for a while.
Till I may return,
may solemnity stay by you, friend.

More frequent than usually, meer acquaintances you call friends, have probably never been in any dilemma with you. A friendship takes lengths of tremendous sacrifices and never practises manipulation. It takes a long time to decipher and discern which person suits your communication and interaction-comfort; how sparks of concern create opportunities for two people to get more intimate and emotionally-bonded, although not lovers.

Soulmates.

18 years, with two friends, far beyond acquaintaces. One following up by another, it is with deep gladness that I am blessed with gems which can never be bought monetarily -

Marion and Dana.

Silver linings once so bright, transform into poles of ebony rust. The dresses so rich in culture and colours, hang meaningless and dusty. The memories so near yet so far, like wedding bells and pastel joy you remember. The waiting you promised yourself worthwhile becomes the most painful journey in you life you have ever sworn to embark.

Chained in selfish chatters, choices have to be made to suit, and life adjusted to the tunings of God's hands. Hand in hand are the lies you brought yourself upon, yet insistently shift the blame to the maligned.

I want to be remembered for the many sacrifices I made for you, the love I had to carpet and stubbornly strut into the world, pronouncing my state; the faces I have to shy away from people's eyes. Guilt will always be, by far, the worst emotion to deal with.

At the end of everynight, it is only love that I can't deny.

I've ran out of fingers and toes to count the amount of things I have to prioritise. If I have to prioritise everything, what comes first?

Here, a list of things that summarised 20th April 2005 for me.

/Went to school for orientation briefing. 5 GLs to one sub empire, which indicates 10 GLs to one empire. 12 sub empires, which makes it 60 GLs; and we only have 29 GLs at hand. Alex refuses to transfer people to our committee to be GLs. Well, I've decided to go for OBS because it's entirely subsidised (sponsored you may say), unless I do get my period at that time.
/Headed to ECP to book the BBQ pits with Phoebe and Nanny. (Thanks!)
/Went to town to buy for her her beach slippers she planned to get since so long. I bought the same one too.
/Arranged to meet Nique at Tampines interchange but we ended up in a verbal fight.
/I went home to get the webcam I bought yesterday.
/Challenger finally agreed to let me change my webcam.
/Nique and I walked me home from the interchange.
/I'm still craving for genuine corn soup and Nique's home-made brocolli dish. It feels like I'm starving.

Okay, that's all. Another day.

State of confusion never ceases to trigger whenever spirituality seaps into deep thoughts. The more you ponder so hard, the harder the rope tightens around frustration. Oblivious to the possibility of you someday exploding into insanity, there is nothing done can stop de javu. Every step you trudge forward, more thoughts fill the mind, the road you're travelling gradually more tedious, but life moves ahead of you. You feel your breath being snatch away, the will to perservere being sucked into nothingness. And I wouldn't agree less - 'nothing comes from nothing'.

And at times, breaking away from cliche, life portraits a surreal painting - so unpredictable and sinful. Then comes music. You find yourself craving to hear songs you always listen to - the tunes so familiar and memorisable; the amazing rate songs are being remembered by heart always, how tunes and lyrics linger in memories forever, somewhat. There, the different genres, the different tunes, the different lyrics, stirring myriads of emotions within you. Songs, they cause more thinking-disorientation sometimes, other times, they make you glide with freedom, swaying with the rhythem.

Let me waltz to the music and hum the melodies to the One who made Man.

To girls, wanting is needing, and needing is equivalent to wanting, and so, here you have it, a list of my wish-to-gets this 18th birthday. Listing out makes needing more practical.

Roxy bikini (white or striped, thin-stringed halter) - $69.90
Topshop pale lime green bikini - $59
Topshop shopping spree - the more the merrier
Mango shopping spree - the more the merrier
Mango striped ladies collar-shirt - $32
Zara shopping spree - the more the merrier
Levis sqaure cut jeans 30 inches (it should float at my hips) - $100+
Money - the more the merrier
For God to make homosexuals NOT a sin - priceless
For BOTH of us to be happy always - priceless

18th April 2005, marks the third day of the three consecutive days I've been cooped up at home being mummy's ideal daughter. Nique and I have set out expeditions in search of web-cam sales/promotions so that we can possibly web-cam every other night from then on. How technology savvy. I've been gorging myself with food which my stomach cannot digest due to menstruation at its approach. Oh how I need to shop, and eat, and lose off the pounds I've been gaining from the days I've spent idling at home. Shopping is a compulsory essential in my life (I've already made this point crystal clear to my mother), which is why I will be embarking on sprees sometime in the last week of holidays to refill my wardrobe. I need to also get my hair done (traditional rites before school restarts). Ha! Desperate housewives' on tonight.

Done for today. This entry is purely shallow.

How the world chases me into a corner leaves me in bouts of sighs and endless confusion. Change shouldn't be introduced and triggered too readily, because I am seldom prepared for new happenings and transformations. The thoughts of suicide already passe and the corner will be where my soul shall rest when tragedies strike me down on my knees. To start off, I would like to put away the traumatic occurences lately. All that will remain eventually are skeletals of truth and shame. Pretence is solace, sometimes, and facade at other. Home, now dead, a place that used to chariot my days with unfailing sunshine, my old refuge. Now, the house spotless and all spruced up, life is missing.

My heart clenches on me as I find myself holding onto the phone with no receiver on the line only because I did not dial the number. Sometimes, the pain you relish makes people, families, couples whole. And I think you'd understand that without a doubt.

Finally, I have found myself sunken onto emblazened memories, staring into the nothingness that has been created at my misfortune. And finally, I find myself yearning to speak in tranquility; yearning to blink my eye to eternal crimson that's ahead the road for me.

I gave up.

Parents had a heated row in the car just because Mr Lio was too pompous about admitting not informing us that we were going to gran's place for dinner this evening. Tanning this morning at ECP was a flop; had many frustrating commotions going on. But on a lighter note regarding tanning today was that, she cooked Casserole and I baked bran muffins, and she bought beef-jerky; it was deliciously heavenly. I've been pigging out a whole lot today. Guilt overtakes and will continue, and I will resume to dieting until school reopens because I know I'm not strong enough to fight temptations of chicken cutlet.

Time made, evenings well-spent, you and I, side by side in intimate embrace. Belief is made, and faith is devloped to be nurtured. Forsake is abandon. Love is you.

Happiness and contentment swims away as I witness tearfully this fateful night. I wave joy farewell as I wonder when again shall I love so deep. Insecurity wavers faith, and I'm clutching onto the rope too tight to loosen the grip. Incapable as I am, it is right that I put this past me, and I shall. I shall. With tears choking my eyes, I cannot help but reminisce, and ponder on how I should love in God's will. As much, the stings increasingly painful, I will boldly request this of you; the question lies in front of you, the decision entirely yours. Choice made afterall, and candle flames flickered out, I will forever be here, for you to lighten your burden, my shoulders are here for you to lean on for I comprehend the weight you're carrying unto yourself. I know not the bleak future I'll step into, but as for now, I need to assure you, I love you.

Vividly, I flash back to the moments we spent throughout these two years, and I don't know how to let you go.

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking the drag

Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Joking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside

The incredibly great amount of space I'm given have caused steps to decelerate. I hardly race against abilities and time this period. Lazy are May-days and long-forgotten are those days marked with stress. God never leads my routes the lengths of deserts or oceans, he provides little arrows, signs of what my path should be. And if at anytime, I fail to trail those directions, the fault belongs to none other. I quite want that feeling of bustle, that sensation of achievement, back.

Regret is something I'll never be able to be done with understanding. It is like travelling in circles, and discovering at the end of it that you've reached the spot you were before (only to repeat that circle again). Regret sometimes, results tragically, so to speak.

But regardless of the number of times I've felt and experienced regret, you were never one. The beauty in countless mistakes that has occurred since the first - regret was never involved. I've discovered more than marvels in this life.

I've learnt that forgiveness is virtuous and unconditional, and it packs itself with love. Forgiveness is magnanimous and benovalent, it speaks of no grudges or continuing hatred. Intentions aren't always good enough, and someday, I wish I could forgive - no obligations attached, no probing.

Exercise is beneficial for my body, internally and externally. Gymed yesterday and worked out today. I haven't anything in particular to blog about, except that I've been a couch potato today, caught TV programmes from 8pm till 12midnight - First mums, Chase & the 9pm Channel 8 drama serial, American Idol and definitely not leaving out, The OC. The holidays have been unfruitfully spent at home most of the time, trying to budget my expenditure. Tanning with Nique this Saturday at East Coast beach, any interested participants in joining us? Like I've already mentioned, no thoughts for the day except these. My contact lenses are blurring my vision. I miss my friends.

Dana, please cheer up, I'll be here.

Bit-lipped, with grave solemn, she counted one to ten aloud in her mind. And when the yelling hadn't concluded by then, she repeated the counting cycle. As she did so, the numbers detonated in her mind like gun-fire exploding against the flesh of an animal. All she could hear were deafening noises that surrounded her like scavengers. She stood still, awaiting any form of rescue, but all that remained before her were banging of doors, followed up by slamming of doors. She listened in fright for several hours before the the commotion took a break.

There, she heard a lines of ringing sounds, increasing by pitch every minute. She dreaded it, she did. Counting no longer helped like it did when she was younger, 10 or so. Then, her breath of pants returned. This meant fear. She could hear the doors outside her room bang in furiousity. In her refuge, she silently anticipated repetition.

Counting was her only way of averting.

If your mother has you instructed to discard the book you're reading because the book contains anti-Christ materials and information, throw the book away. You'll only end up the fool of yourself; your strong-headedness being your own shame.

Is it worth it, damaging relationships for lifeless objects?

A delicate leaf at autumn falls on the lifeless ground filled with the other decomposed. The afterlife of the dead will never be finished exploring with, because God tells noone the precise tales of his kingdom. A father endures storms for his family, endures burdens his family never understood. A mother dies from excruciating labour pains; a mother leaves a child because she chooses her offspring's life over hers. A child's breathing decelerates at every heart beat pumped in her being because of the illnesses she fights with within her daily; she counts down to the day when she passes through the gates of the Lord's home. And our Lord, awaits us to approach him, at any time of our lives.

Iron straight the man-made rules they have created to be implemented on Life. We need to stop being cruel to one another.

Damn those 5 mussels I consumed for lunch; I have a gut feeling it's their doing that I'm experiencing a bad tummy ache. In addition to that, dinner (Burger King's) has really gotten me bloated and I need piping hot chinese tea to calm the puke that feels like erupting out of my gullet. Overall, today was fabulous, but I'm too mentally worn out for the day to blog in details, so I'll leave that to someone else to do.

Nanny's birthday (pictures!)

Happy Birthday Nanny Chen Siyuan!

I still remember drawing fundamentals lectures, the just-over ComDI, and the Colour classes that I had to brave through with you. Since year 1 semester 1, we've always been friends, but better ones now, than ever. On your 18th birthday, all I want to wish you are simple things. Firstly, Love, because love makes someone whole, completes a person, and makes the world a place worthy living in. Next, lists Happiness; may you be happy in all that you do, in life in work in school in love, may you seek happiness in every morsel of your being, so that again, living may be bearable, and that life will always be filled with rainbows at the end of every storm. May this day be blessed with much love and happiness, and friendship. Together with me, the rest of H5 will always be here for you.

This entry will probably sound superbly bimbotic, but bear with me, how often is it that I act bimbo?

The initial shop I was intending to purchase the brown bikini didn't have the bikini in my size. Nique must have really thought that barney purple was a bad idea for me, so we headed to Sheer Romance. At the entrance, Nique spotted one and there you have it, I bought the bikini at $29. Trust me, I've never seen a bikini fit me like this one (Nique will agree with me on this). Anyway, Nique wanted to catch Pacifier, so we did - hilarious, interesting storyline, but Walt Disney's productions, how deep can it get? Get my drift? After the movie we strolled to Heeren, then to Wisma Atria, where I bought a top from Topshop (sounds slapstick) for $19. Goodness. Being able to shop feels like heaven.

Nique has briefly planned my birthday, and I hers. We'll be clubbing on my birthday. Rouge Club, suggested by Dana. But I bet Dana would rather go to Monks to club because someone's there. Shan't elaborate further. I'm still exilherated at the thought of my new bikini. Can't wait to go tanning with Nique this Saturday (we agreed to explore the beaches more).

See, told you this entry was bimbotic.

(CODE SUBJECT CU Grade

DCS1013 Communicating Design Ideas 3 C+

DIM1304 Life Drawing 3 C+

DIM1308 IMD Project 1 5 B

DVC1504 Visual Composition 3 C

DVC1506 Typography 3 B

DVC1507 Colour 3 B+

GSS1005 Leadership and Character 3 C+

Total Credit Units earned to-date : 45 cu
Cumulative Grade Point Average obtained to-date : 2.83

Academic Status: PERMITTED TO PROCEED TO THE NEXT SEMESTER OF STUDY.)

FUCKING HORRID RESULTS. Neither here nor there, neither wow-wow nor boo-hoo. Anyway, Nique promised me a bikini every month to eventually sum up to a bikini wardrobe. The thought of it thrills! We'll be hitting the beach this Saturday, but before that, we're doing beach slippers shopping tomorrow.

I've always wanted to prostrate flat against the road, and feel the freedom of the thought of the pain I'll be inflicted with when for example, a double-decked bus runs over me. I've always wanted to brace myeslf against the wind on a speeding pink convertible, screaming at the top of my lungs; a feel-good stunt. I've always wanted to sustain five drops of rain on my thumb without it having to yield to gravity. I've constantly harboured thoughts of me posing off as someone I presume is happy, perhaps someone like Paris Hilton (feel beautiful, is beautiful, looks happy, probably because she never ponders hard enough to get upset) or the late Pope John Paul II. I've forever longed for someone to stick around me, to worship my love and my body, to love and to hold, death not acting as a membrane, serving as an excuse for people to stop loving after a lifetime.

I've always wanted to make love to you in the dark, kissing your tender sensitivity, watching you crave for me as I whisper sweet-nothings.

The previous night will always daunt on us as psychological upheaval, all the time to remind us of the mistakes we should never return to. I guess I am permitted a certain grace period to vent my dissatisfaction with my own temper, which I had obviously crossed over. After fussing over what's counted history, I still have you, and you me. Nothing, will wreck bits we have assembled for the past two years.

Love isn't weak.

She's tall, dark (indians-dark), teethy, loves to be adored, loves to carry around cheap gucci bags and brags about owning branded products (ha), wears colourful juvenile-looking braces, has long unpolished deep chestnut hair, and owns a smile which she struggles to produce with such extreme tight scrunges. It would be a showcase of my language if I were to precede with descriptions but decriptions will forever remain vague.

I've longed to pull her wig (her hair actually), and sew them onto her plastic smile, which will automatically tangle with her corroding metal installed onto her teeth. A forever unfinished mannequin at its distort, often found crowing her strengths to the universe, and concealling her deformities under corduroy rags; maticates her food with tiny mouth movements, yet bile producing from every spit from her speeches. I've dreamed about the day when I stand aside and glee at her fall, maybe gloat innocently at her heels getting wedged between escalator gaps. I've smirked at thoughts of her getting duped by people she claim to adore; they came true anyhow. Graciousness doesn't exist in her book of life, love; she has never known. I've waited a year to watch her crumble to failure, then gradually die from devastation. Pleasure I gain from her misfortunes; I want to it to hit where it'll hurt longest. After all, I have been magnanimous.

Now, arrives her previous lover, another one of her wide array of novelty toys, who will read this (she always visits my blogging utopia), and feels the mild pinch in her chest. She will attempt, at all measures, to hide what she feels inside. The deceit, and dishonesty that follows up instinctly hurts her lover (current).

There and then, the whole cycle repeats; an already universal process the lovers go day after day.

Tracing the contours of your joined fingertips, outlining the hands tailored just for mine, clenching my fingers into yours, I felt your tears implode into shatters onto our hands. The tears you held back, the apple you feel in your throat, the million thoughts gushing within your head; silent you kept, and virtuously beared the miming commotion. We laid on the couch, speechless and lethargic, still pondering on the million thoughts in our minds, the thoughts prancing like chained sonnets in a climatic musical. We took secret gazes at each other in complete adoration, in love still, and turned our faces back to the cold world. Neither of us knew what to say, in fear of mouthing the wrong letters, words and tones from our voices.

Drama ended with a smile. It was all it took to cure everything.

She could smell the oak from underneath the polished paint. It was still covered up in multiple layers of protective plastic sheets to avoid damage during delivery. The C143 Wurlitzer Grand she had to scrimp and survive earnestly for, arrived in its grandest form. A considerably great stretch of space was specially designed to perfectly fit it. The maroon curtains majestically dived down from ceiling to floor, signifying the coming of something greater than the norm. Graciously, she lifted the covers that now separated her from the piano, and carefully savoured every note that articulated from satin ebony perfection.

For months, she sat at it, idolising every piece played, every note rendered. Jazz, classical, contemporary classical, musicals, pop, new age; there wasn't anything that the piano couldn't flawlessly beautify. It was all she ever wanted and needed. She had performed for dozens, to hundreds, to thousands of people in her audience. It was life's pride and joy, to her.

For years, her pride and joy did her good service, and never failed to make her shine amidst the down turn economy; it had brought in much bread and butter, perhaps even in excess. She lived a life of luxury and comfort, doing what she loved every single day of her life with her treasured piano.

After more than a decade, she found one of the bass black keys slipping into failure of its function. The note hung low and the all that was produced from that note was a feign blur sound which was replaced by the crystal vivid sound she could remember. Before she could realise, note by note, more of them were disfunctioning. She insistently refused to call for the tune-up man to get the notes repaired. Not everything can be repaired, not the glistening music she would play before, not the crystal sharp notes she could derive from hitting the each key.

She could only relish memories and embrace reminisice of her youth and her love. Never did she settle for any other from then after.

Similarly, memories, agony, love, torture, hurt, may never be recovered.

Bummers, loafers, 'rats' of the streets walk you by-
unnoticed.
Hypocracy wrong to politically acceptable.
School drop-outs splurging their youth in town;
school students detesting education they are privileged to.
Love has now been made trend, nature not.
Weed deemed normality, resistence not.
Poverty thought image-damage.

Clothed in ragged garments,
she outshines superficiality.

No life can be completely devoid of mistakes;
no life made without flaw.
You and I see the blame on both parties,
yet insistent on righteousness on own's part,

After every autmn leaf descends,
after every dew into vapour,
my love will stand,
now and forever more.

CHUA INVADES.

dearest mrs chua,
mr chua, me, holds deep regrets for showing temper at you due to her frustration of not being able to get things through to you. please do pardon her stupidity. chua wasnt herself. she extra stupid today. she didnt mean to hurt you. im sorry. she appreciates the rainbow you sent her alot although she didnt exactly managed to figure out where's the rainbow due to the small screen of her sister's pathetic handphone. chua loves her mrs chua alot and she hopes that mrs chua could see that point. if, she isnt able to see, chua will be very sad but will make more efforts to make all these significant. she's gonna do whatever it takes to make your loving worthwhile.

i love you.

to anon : she's mine. she's mine. she's mine mine mine (:

Endings outcomes ambiguous as truth of dishonesty rises above the surface levels.
I've watched, from afar,
you loved me.
Distances draw nearer within, and all that carpets before
are things I've never seen.
Nothing comes out of nothing.

Bueno adios;
Time I stopped giving love chances.

Some visual relief from all those words and lengthy entries.

"True love is found
When you see her flaws
Understand her mistakes
Overlook her imperfection
But still can't live without her."

I love you darling.

Third monthsary pictures!

Eventful day today has been. I'm not going to be exactly detailed about this, but either bear with me or proceed to Nique's blog for more specific details (then a busybody you will be).

Hit the gym in the morning; realised how physically untrained I am so I'm going to make it a routine for every Saturday morning.

First was Timberlux Centre for TDS' Design Show. The FYPs were fantastic, although I didn't get to view much of the IMD works thanks to the blackout. VSC's projects were the most fascinating; their namecards, their sketchbooks, their developments are whoa. I still want to see 'dream girl' at work. Anyway, the year 3 seniors have worked hard and well. Thumbs up! After viewing the project exhibits, Nique and I cabbed down to Cine to change the bag from black to white. We then headed to Taka to buy something to fill out stomachs, and we bought tons of food - takopachi, strawberry french doughnut and italian ice cream. Absolutely sinful, but it was pampering enough.

Well and hunger-satisfied, we took a walk down to Centrepoint to get Nique's handphone fixed, after which we went to hunt for her orange sports bra. Very unfortunately, the smaller sizes were sold out. I was physically worn out after that so I suggested we head home.

Happy 3rd monthsary!

1, 2, and we've touched down at our 3rd month, at long last. Numericals and figures no longer play parts in our relationship. I'm just glad I've met you, for the 3rd time; glad that we've grown so much in these 2 years. Dreadful were the days when I imagined never seeing this day arrive. Everyday with you, is a whole new ride, ready to be explored for thrill and excitement. Let me read into you more as time ticks us by together. I'll love you like none other has and will ever.

You, complete me.