i wish i never see you again. the only time is when i give you the letter. or maybe i won't even pass it to you personally.

i stare at the photo. and you feel like a stranger now. you look like a stranger. its the way with all of them. how ironic. after a year has passed. i think i can finally step away. lock up the photos. and say goodbye.

it feels like a huge burden that's been offloaded. its not to say i feel nothing now. just that its like the bittersweet taste of dark chocolate in your mouth after the chocolate's long gone. i'll rmb everything. but no more conscious hoping.

this actually puts a nice conclusion on my 17th year. and good HELLO to my 18th (: i'm all for even numbers.

goodbye. have a wonderful life. i'll concentrate on mine now, and not miss you anymore.

: all i want for christmas is you :: olivia olsen :
with my birthday, comes xmas soon. i can't wait!