As far as recent memories serve, I miss us. I miss spending time with you alone, and just ramble and babble about our lives for hours. The constant fear of "Is quarreling the only way we can talk for hours now?" really irks me. Like how people say "speak chinese" instead of "speak mandarin". (By the way, the right way to say is "I can speak fluent MANDARIN!" or whatever). Prove me otherwise, my love.

The silence on your part when you "ttyl :)" me (while you scoot off to watch your TV series) really sucks. Just thought you should know.

Stop asking me "why do you?". I have reasons and I have a point to prove and I will hold on until the time comes. I will hold on as it drags me raw on the ground. As now. And simply because, I can.