a great divide

Just let me wallow in self pity and darkness for the rest of my life.

....and cannonball into the water.

Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you what I feel about you.

I remember meeting you for the first time. If I were to be honest, I mostly just brushed you off. Like meeting a new colleague. I did feel a bit curious about you, mostly from your appearance. I remember telling my sister about you, but I didn't give much thought about it after.

Fast forward a few weeks later, we were on our first date. It wasn't until then that I remember seeing you for the first time. I don't think I can ever explain this, but I've never felt so sure about something or someone in my entire life. That's when I knew. And that was why I wasn't afraid of telling you how I felt about you. How I still feel about you. You still give me butterflies whenever I see you, although the fluttering has lessen, it's still there. Like a mini tremor. Give it a tiny nudge, and I'm done. 

Birthdays

A friend bailed on our plan to dine out on my birthday tomorrow, even though she was the who suggested it. Sigh, woe is me.

So instead, I'm just gonna spend the anniversary of my being born into this world by listening to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Suite, Op. 20A on repeat. Can't think of anything better to do.