dear you,

i wanted you to draw me a picture or write me a letter for christmas, because i wondered if there are things you meant to say, but somehow never did. i want to know more of this side of you, because i believe it's the main reason why i fell in love with you.

with love,
yours truly.

being cool is so easy.

being mean is so easy.

giving up is so frigging easy.

when you make me feel unimportant, that's when i feel like being cool, being mean and giving up.



oh, but when i think of when we'd kiss underneath, nearby your balcony i remember how much it took for us to be together.

and i guess because i can still vividly remember how it feels to hold you, i should still give us another chance.