dear luv

My dear Emme,

Im sorry I havent written in quite a while. I wanted to write. But seems like whatever I wrote lately was never good enough. My words don't deserve you.

I feel sorrow each time I think about you

Im sorry. I dun mean to

No not in a bad way. I juz love you

Dearest Emme, I still find it very hard to comprehend how is it possible to receive this much affection from you. Ive been lovin you for so long and I had given up numerous times that my brain creates this universal truth- You and me are not meant to be. So I cease all hope. Like a wounded soldier in a lost battle, I retreat. Who would have thought...

Syg I bc buku takut ttdo. Bilik I blok J bilik 047.
I won’t lock the door

I'm on my way

Room 047. I was dead nervous. I was practically an animated depiction of the word nervous. I was talking to myself all the way up to your room. Reassuring myself that I can do this. I can see you straight in the eyes while simultaneously maintaining full control of my bodily function. I can do this. Two knocks on the door and there you were. You looked stunning. There is not a day that passes without me reminiscing about you opening that door. I was so happy to see you but I was too overwhelmed by a mix of a million different emotions that all I can rally is a flimsy smile. You pulled me in. I was bouncing all over the place. I was in a daze. I don't know what to do or say. Then you took me into your arms. I remembered my heart skipping a beat. You kissed me. I choked. I was literally choking. Is this Emme? Is this really you?

Think Im gonna be the safest girl on earth if I be with you

U r already with me

Remember the beach sayang? The weather was kind. Perfect. Like a silent consent. The sky was a glorious shade of blue and the sand was a spread of white glitter but all I can see is you and your pretty smile. To these eyes, you engulf everything else around you.

Sayang, Im taking a quick evening walk. Will be back soon.
I love you.

And room 902. The room with a view. Everything about that room was perfect. But not nearly as perfect as you.

where my girl go?

Nowhere. Close ur eyes. Shes stil with u.

I still see you my darling. When Im driving, when I go to bed, when Im all alone playing my guitar. I feel like you're always there beside me. Staring at me. Holding my hand. Smiling. Sometimes I involuntarily smiled and whispered, "what? what yang?".
My dear Emme, I think Im getting accustomed. To you.
That's a curse and a blessing, all in one.

Shoes are made of newspapers

That’s so ridiculous. Me too