4:32am and my room’s strewn with dresses all over. I couldn’t find the perfect dress to wear for Ben’s birthday dinner with his friends tomorrow - so I ended up picking the simplest dress that couldn’t go wrong.
Yes my exams are finally over. It’s crazy and it’s unbelievable but yes, I’m done with my first year at UOL, and that’s in assumption that I will not fail any of my papers. I haven’t touched a sip of alcohol since a week into my hols but I guess I will tmr, since we’ll be at Zouk. I just need to get this fucking virus out of my system before I’ll be able to enjoy my days the true blue way and no, I will not let this sore throat stay like how it did the same time last year for about 4 months when I burnt my throat from excessive drinking…. I’m not even an alcoholic now give me chance please.
P.S: VERY EXCITED FOR THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!
Is being sure about someone so quickly and talking about our futures together and knowing you can never lose this someone because there would have never been a another path you’ve taken the moment you knew your eyes have been set on him.
And maybe that’s why when we fight over differences, suddenly at that temporary moment I feel like everything I’ve thrown in this could fall apart. That possibility of it all turning to dust and ashes. That thought, the thought of that.. Tears would well up in the eyes, my body would fidget and my mind would blow. But really, what can really be this precious when it was going to be easy to keep?
I could trade a week of sadness just for a day where we snuggle under the sheets together silently, just looking at each other’s faces like we did last Boxing Day. I would trade anything to always feel the way I do when I look at you.
I’ve never felt so much joy in telling another I love him whilst feeling tears trickling down my cheeks. And you thought I cried because I was upset from what we fought about the night before. What you don’t know is I’d spent a day fighting with you till we’re at each other’s throats than have a day without seeing you at all.
I guess we’ll never know how satisfying sweet can be without bitter. There has to be a fight to know what we have exactly at this point in time didn’t come easy after all this while. We’re not perfect, we both knew that from the start and we knew being together was hard and sticking together would be even harder. Being with you doesn’t make me feel perfect, it only shows how much better I need to be for you when all I can see are my flaws shining through when I realise I haven’t been doing half as much as what you’ve done for me.
This could be the one exception where ‘too good to be true’ isn’t applicable, and maybe I should start to believe in the better things that would reap from this instead of always anticipating the moment of how pathetic I might be if I lost it all.