prologue

NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans

i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.





Thursday, May 10, 2007 14:21

i cant remember how much i teared; wailed; cried - you name it.
sometimes, you end up hurting the worse, the only ones we really love.

& school today, made me realise... that it wasnt just between you&me. friends even. how one can manage to stab each other for one's selfish gain. you may be surrounded by loads, but one can only trust a few.

i did a lot of thinking, & then come to realize, that when you tend to think too much, you tend to find more flaws... but love is when you learn to accept the significant other's strengths & weaknesses. not to change, but to adapt.

i love you for the guy, who accompanied me through the wee hours,
& i love you for the guy, who burps like nobody's business,
& i just cant stop loving you.

we never argued. we never fought. we never screamed & pulled each other's hair. but nothing's perfect. we just have to work on things. you&me. & the five years, the five everything, & the infinity.


first, second, third, fourth & the fifth month,
& more to come.