[365-80] Vanitas

Inevitable, when something so looked-forward-to comes to pass without a beat of pause. Especially so when people long missed return for just one day of celebration, and then disappear again without a trace as soon as the clock strikes twelve. Even if, here, it is still the 30th...in Asia it is done.

I have never been good at partings. Why did I open myself up ripe for this known vulnerability?

The only thing that remains is love, love thicker than blood, love that gathered us to meet in the first place.




Who are these people?

How did they come to mean the world to me?

Who am I?

Even touching the pen was an immense struggle today. Why do I do this? All I remember is a promise. Even if...

I love you with all the living force of my existence.



Happy birthday.