I miss us, so much.
I miss the me, when I'm with you.
I always seem to want to find something to buy or do to make you happy.
I miss me, shopping at Bugis, thinking of you, buying stuff for you.
I miss that me.
I miss the me, lying next to you in bed.
I miss the me, sleeping in your arms.
I miss the me, sitting beside you, watching you play Blackshot so expertly.
I miss the me, playing the iPad, constantly doing my Fashion Story and stuff.
I miss the me, not partying and being with you at home.
I miss the me, being able to smile so happily, from the bottom of my heart.
I miss the me, being so happy, just to see you when you book out every Friday.
I miss the me, who was so much better when I'm with you.
I miss all of me when I'm with you.
Most of all, I miss you, I miss us, I miss our lives together.

You've made me a stronger person, but a weaker person at the same time.
(And I wonder how you do that, but you really do.)


You know, I've always dreamed of being with you.
Holding your hand till our hairs turn white and fall off.
I've dreamed of life being with you.
I've dreamed of our future together, and what a good husband and father you will make.
I have dreamed, of marrying you, no matter what everyone has said.

I still love you, undoubtedly, because I see the ghost of us, everywhere.
All the footprints inked with our love.
But I guess, life allows us to go the way we want.
Life has a sardonic humor.