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And this is how I spent my Valentine's Day 2009 ---> chasing girls around Bedok Reservoir.
Literally.
= the sad, sad truth of being a cross country runner...
And then later on:
Picture this.
...It's a cold day in Tamworth.
None of that slush, no, none of anything that'd ruin the atmosphere. Just snow. Lots of it-- lovely, fluffy white stuff like soapsuds from a springcleaning Heaven and by right it should be slush by now but it isn't.
Snowball fights in it, just because we can. And also because I am apparently an Ignorant Singaporean Native who wears no clothes and lives in an attap hut (and Singapore is part of China) and thus have never seen the Great Whiteness before.
A quaint little restaurant- Alessandro's Italian!- tucked away in the heart of the English village. Alfresco dining; views of rose gardens and old castles and the way the snow shimmers in the moonshine like damp chiffon.
11:11 wishes and I wish harder than I have for anything in a long time because I want this to come true. want it so badly. some days it's the only thing really keeping me moving forward. stopping me from keeling backwards and throwing back my hands and crying, "...this hurts too much. i quit. i quit."
...walks through the unclosable chasm. Ignore the distance. Ignore the ache.
"...let it be. let it be."
and from where I am, alone but you always with me, I hold myself and bite my lip to keep from crying.
three words and they've never been more beautiful.
hot cocoa and stolen marshmallows and purple striped rugby shirts (okay at least that's ONE thing that'll become a reality...) and pillowfights and acting like children.
talking about transcendence and how some things were never built to last. were better off left unsung. how we all have to learn to let go and how some of us are still struggling to do that...
...has all become clear, now?
I don't quite know what to do but for now; que sera sera.
And in the summer, if she decides she wants to fight for you more-- then I'll be singing the same tune: que sera sera, que sera sera.
Stand back and smile because that's the way things go. I don't want to be dependent. I made that mistake once before and it ruined everything.
See one day I'll get good at this "...let it be." thing.
But Eternal Pessimist aside-- we really ARE epic, aren't we?
Geeks, yes; and also epic geeks-- but still.
"yknow...the more I think about it; the more the L-word makes sense."
...it's an awfully big word, though.
Maybe one day everything'll fall into place. Maybe not.
But I'm still gonna keep believing. Like I told you--
"...We just hafta realize that we're only chapters in each other's lives, I guess? And we're never gonna amount to anything much together but even if we burn out fast it means we'll blaze all the brighter."
you smiled and told me I was magic.
I'm sorry I can't be there.
Happy Valentine's Day.