Today, you'll go about your work until dusk leaving you dead-tired at the end of the day. On the other hand, I will be very busy on my chores and gaga rituals at home.
It was still 5 minutes more before 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I scribbled this down. I don't exactly know why but here I am, scrawling some random thoughts on my notepad. Are you surprised to read this? Ditto.
I've been watching you in deep slumber at past three this morning. Well, okay, I can't really see you with the darkness still enclosing us both. But I can feel you serenely lying right there next to me. I missed you and I regret not being able to wrap you tightly. It could be true that my soul wished for it so badly (and perhaps aching for it) but my body was just too exhausted and without strength. You didn't see the blue spirits rising above us as I weep silently in the dark. And I'm glad you didn't.
You know, I've been reading your most recent letter a while ago and it prodded me to read your past letters. All of them. And I recall you said once (or maybe twice) that even if it's the 11th of January, or the 1st of May or the 20th of August, you would go on choosing me (even if I mess you up a little bit more each day), as I would go on choosing you despite this gang of thoughts that breaks you and me.
Maybe someday, I will be able to gather an ample amount of words to describe all my fears and wishes. Maybe, I'll tell you more things after I won against a personal battle. Or maybe, I don't really have to say anything anymore because you already know it. Because you and I are just the same.
