I love you.
I've said it like zillion times and I am going to say it again.

I know it's weird since I'm not allowed to. But, what can I say, I just can't help myself from falling in love with you.

I wish time will eventually kill the feeling I have inside. The feeling I frankly cannot hide. The feeling that has driven me crazy. Crazy enough to keep believing it would come to reality.

Honey, I love you.
With the time remaining, I just want to say it once again
So, when it comes to its end, you'll hear a sound echoing,
From the deepest part of my heart,
The best, this is a must
The very last I could offer you:
I love you.
Forever you.

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Happy Valentine's Day 2015
@agnes_bemoe

He is a kind of guy of your dream. He is sweet, smart, and also goodlooking. He knows words to say and he will say them perfectly that way. He is the one who makes you feel so special, like there's no other, but you.

When he speaks, you feel warmth in your heart and sparkle in your eyes. When he mentions your name, you fly to skies. And when he hugs, you just melt in soft cries. He makes you feel so special, like there's no other, but you.

He knows how to make things right. He makes the days bright. He knows when you need his arms to hug, a shield from the thug. Again, he makes you feel so special, like there's no other, but you.

He always has the answer for everything. Never lets you doubt anything. He makes you convinced that he needs you. Only you. Yes, he makes you feel so special, like there's no other, but you.

And, everytime he proves that he knows how to win your heart, your poor heart opens for a new start. Until one day, you learn that he just knew. He didn't meant it, that's true.  

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Pembatuan, January 18th, 2014
@agnes_bemoe

Photo Credit: Agnes Bemoe

There're times when you just sit down secondguessing everything. Everything. Including you yourself.

There're also times when you have to sit back and collect yourself. Pieces by pieces.

You're trying to figure out pictures in your head, making them a whole. Yet, cannot make it.

And even when that scaterred picture finally show up, you refuse to see.

The truth it is bringing is hurting. So hurt you can't breath.

You'll wait for the sunshine to break the night. But you know, it is you, you wait. The whole version of you, not the fragile broken one.

When things seem so right yet seem so wrong, that's probably the time when you have to sing another song.

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Pembatuan, January 18th, 2015
@agnes_bemoe