Five Hundred and Eighty days. No matter where I was, you were on my mind.

I’ll be away for awhile, but will be back soon.. for much, much longer this time.

Thank you for the patience, the understanding, and above all, the love.

Happy 19th dear.

I can’t stand the seconds ticking away, and the days fleeting by.

Yes, I have been stupid. Maybe I want to spend every second with you, because I know how many there are, and I count them as they pass. Maybe those words hurt, because I remember you said, never again.

But thats all alright. I understand. Thats what I’m here for.

I’ll make it right. We’ll make it right. Just, hear me out.

Ukulele! Pineapple and Coconut!

you need to hear the thoughts in my head.

but maybe sometimes they are a work in progress.

maybe some things, just need a reassuring voice to clarify them.

I know why I’m here. I know.

eighteenth. one and a half years of our lives.

i remember two years ago, sentosa beach. a weird pasty boy and a girl with awesome sunburn marks.

and a stinky starfish that said what words could not.

i wanted to get you another starfish today, to say..more than words could.

I love you more than i can say.

i still open those two pages every day, with hope i get a glimmer of that beautiful spark.

pretty sweet.

You’re sitting right in front of me, but, it feels like I’m alone. The words pierce deep, cut through me.

I don’t know what to do. You’re right here; but still I’m missing you.

Your words.. I read those words everyday. Where have they gone? I don’t know how to make them come back. I pray everyday for another. It hurts but I keep believing.

I love you, still. I don’t understand how this happened. I feel.. like I’m just not enough.

I guess sometimes, I miss the little things.

Because sometimes, it’s the little things that matter.