strange and beautiful.

it has been 2 and half months now. what i have noticed being away, and still find it surreal, is how mornings in a foreign place with a special someone are profoundly different from what one is used to. every single morning brings a different set of moods. like a potent injection of wild flowers, it brings forth a scent of sweet delight and pure freshness. never fails to surprise. never predictable. always amazing.

i find the greatest pleasure in holding the hand of the one i said i loved last night, even though i meant it already everyday before yesternight . As i sit here typing, while she sits in class probably doddling 16 kilometres away, reminiscing of our past with the goofiness of the virginal blush of love on my face, knowing that i am, under no illusions, in a motion picture where i provide the words and she the pictorial images, accompanied by the music in a soundtrack that is hers and mine, to call our very own.

yes i am. here to stay. if she wants me to.