Happiness is being with you. Serenity is holding your hand. Assurance is looking in your eyes. Comfort is anywhere beside you or within your arms. Everything is right with the world when I’m with you.

Remember that bus ride? I think I said thank you. And I can’t tell you why because I was embarrassed. I felt like I cannot share some pathetic wish I had, of this girl who was a closet emo (yes, laugh all you want at that term). But of course the persistent you wanted to know why I said that. I said all I wanted was to have someone who will appreciate me and feel so lucky to have me. And I was thanking you for granting that wish. And I still am thankful. You do not know just how happy you make me. I am always always thankful for everything that you do for me and with me and maybe for deciding to invite me over a year ago or maybe for saying yes to my request to someone I barely knew. I don’t know, you excite me (it’s meant to be wholesome), you always make me feel like I’m going on some sort of adventure and it makes me feel alive. There are so many things I want to tell you although almost all the time I’m just silent, I don’t know why, you take my breath away? No. Haha. I just don’t know. Maybe words are not enough or maybe there are no words to let me express how I feel for you. Maybe it is something more than I can ever say and I’m not even sure if I’m doing justice to this feeling with my actions, maybe not, I don’t know. The more I know how I feel, the more I don’t know how to express it, I am losing it am I? Hahaha.

I’ve always started this letter in my head and continue it in this document, sometimes on my paper and sometimes even on my phone, I think I even attempted on my iTouch, but I cannot seem to finish it. I cannot even make it sound or look beautifully written. So I decided I’ll just let the words flow. Maybe by doing so I can make you understand what I feel? So many many things I want to say and I cannot even arrange it in my head. I don’t know how to begin to thank you for making the most ordinary day become extraordinary just by appearing at the parking lot of my office or at the door of my room. And thank you, so very very much, even for just planning a surprise for my birthday. That already was very flattering for me. I am so easy to please am I? Haha. Thank you, you really made me so very happy on my birthday. Thank you for coming over almost every night despite lack of sleep and/or rest, for going with whatever shit I need to do or go to, for making me sane when I’m about to really lose it, for making me laugh, for being sad and angry with me, for waiting for me all the time, for opening the door for me, for carrying my bags and walking so very far because of my stupidity, for being crazy with me, for going out of your way, for so many many things, thank you.

Are you crying now? Because I have been. I hate you. Not. Of course not. I love you and I don’t even know if that sums that up or if those words can carry in itself just how much I love you. So many many many things but I’m not telling. Not yet. Wait until we’re 100. Maybe by then I would have almost told you all that I feel for you. And then you have to stick around until our afterlives because I’m sure there’ll be some more to tell you. In short I just want to be with you for a long long long time. Maybe for all of time. You do the math. :)