Nocturnal Melancholy

At night when the stars are up, and the Moon is the Queen, I transform into a being bemused and mystified by the ultimate purpose of this life. Sigh. Welcome to Melancholia.
May 07
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Happy Birthday Red :)

Happy birthday.

I visited you in your office earlier, and we talked about, among other things, age and how we’re not getting any younger. Officially, you are now two years past the quarter of a century—yes, it’s incredible how you’re already past your mid-20s, but the greatest of your life’s journey is yet to come. Oh, don’t worry hon, you’re not quite in your late 20s yet, AND you don’t look it anyway. Hee.

I love you so much, hon. You know how extra special your birthday is.

Happy monthsary.

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year. Time flies by fast, no? It still feels like yesterday when you first approached me and asked for my name, then my YM screen name, and then borrowed my iPod cable—all in a span of less than 20 minutes. (Honestly, you really caught me off-guard that time, hon. Haha.) I admit it hasn’t been a completely smooth ride from then, but it is all so worth it. And look at us now.

Hon, I know in my heart there’ll be more ‘almost another year’ to come for us. I can’t say this enough, and I know you know it already, but still, I want the whole world to know…

I LOVE YOU.