maybe we were meant to be

Travelling is a form of self-discovery and self-love.  There are moments in our lives where we can be stuck in the rut or sick of our everyday routine. We crave for a change in environment. In these moments, we owe it to ourselves to go somewhere new and do something new.  Life was not meant to be repetitive and dull. We only get one shot to have this time, this chance, this life, shouldn’t we explore it? Not only do we discover a new place when we do, we also unlock parts of us that we never really know till we’re put in that unfamiliar situation and environment.  This is why I like traveling  P.S: clicked “borrow” and chapter 1, here we go

Morn. Nites. Sweet dreams. It’s a simple few words really, at normal hours. But it’s more than words for me. It’s ‘You are the first person I want to talk to today.’ It’s also ‘You are the last one I’m thinking of before I’m going to sleep.’ When I can’t be there next to you, it’s these few little words that means, ‘I want to be if I could.’ A nd when i turn over in my bed, imagining when you are right there next to me, looking forward to what will be in BJ. It is the highlight of my typically busy workday & weekend. It’s a small indication to saying, ‘I can go to work charged or to bed at ease now.’ It is a simplistic action saying, ‘you matter to me.’ It’s easy to get caught up in our busy schedules and forgetting little things. It’s easy to take people who we know will always be there for granted. It’s me making a choice every day to love us.  Morn

I have often fantasized on how to tell you I love you for the first time.  I am fascinated with your being. Your brain, your soul, your eyes and your smile. Especially your smile. I now know you feel the same. I dream about making love to you. And about sharing my thoughts with you all the while hugging and being inside you. I know we promised not to hold back but i’m still too shy to say it to you: i want to make love to you. I want to be inside you and open up completely to you P.S: this is the real me, too.

An ideal date would be  a cup of coffee with you.   When the sun starts to rise, and light peeks through the curtains (knowing light wakes us both), the warmth of you in my arms would go great with the warmth coffee in the morning brings. Sitting across each other at a coffee shop, you having your soya bean and me with my coffee, donuts and bee hoon, sharing stories without a care in the world. Snuggled up in your bed feeling lazy, deciding on what to do to entertain ourselves, wanting to spend the day in each other’s arms.  Late at night when the world is asleep and we’re wide awake, musing over our thoughts that only the moon can bring out of us. I’ll hold you in my arms and make you mine. P.S: Can I have you everynight?

What I mean when I say, ‘I love you.’  Is that there aren’t enough letters in the english language to construct sentences that explain the magnitude of love I have for you. That to say, ‘forever,’ or ‘infinity,’ simply does not match the wildness in my heart, or the soft comfort in my soul knowing I’m yours. What I mean when I say, ‘I love you.’  Is that sometimes I’ll be going through my day, and my mind wanders to you, to us, and how even the little things have magnitude—ordering take out, chatting by the pool, walking into the sunset around the bay What I mean when I say, ‘I love you.’  Is that I’ve waited so damn long to speak my desires to life. That I’ve felt those feelings long before I let them slip past my mouth. What I mean when I say, ‘I love you.’  Is that the feeling in my chest is beyond words. Is that sometimes I can’t speak because I’m silently thanking the universe for the way we bumped into one another among the 7billion minds in this ...

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But don’t get me wrong, I think about us from time to time. Sometimes, I think about us when I see two people, walking down the street, hand-in-hand, blissfully unaware of those around them. Other times, I think about us when I’m snuggled up in bed, waiting to text our daily "nites"  And so at 06:36 pm, I stand where you once stood a week ago and I think of you. I think about how if you were here, you'll t ell me about your day's struggles . And I’ll tell you mine and how everyone stumbles. Tell me about your regrets, your flaws I haven’t yet gotten the chance to know. And I’ll tell you mine and how we are unique and that it's alright to be naked in us. It's a fleeting moment but a fitting end to a busy week, without you by my side. P.S. Just tell me everything 😃

I always knew it would be this comfortable I always knew it’s a fleeting moment, frozen in time I always knew we would never be complete I never knew i missed us that much P.S. it may be when the concierge addressed Ms Wong over the phone. :)