I flipped through our "folder". I saw receipts of our past dinner
dates, things we bought in thailand, in new zealand, that awesome pokeno
breakfast, those grocery shopping and everything we splurged on. The air ticket
confirmations, the hobbiton land entry tickets, our hairs, our notes to each
other when we met for the first few times, our polaroid pictures together, and
as I screen through these things, frames of our past flashed through my head
like a animated motion picture that brought me to the brink of tears.
I probably asked why am I still keeping all these? I know the answer.
Because these are all that's left of you, and what's left of us.
I've said it many times, and I'd say it again. One of the biggest failure of
mine was not being able to keep your heart with me. I know I can take very good
care of you. I worry everyday when you're not with me. I know you are
independent. But I wished I still have that privilege.
you're so difficult to love. You reject all who love you. & yet, I haven't found it tiring.
I know you're worth it.