last year today, our lessons ended at 11am. we met at the school bus stop and took an express bus down town. i bought a watch and painted a piggybank for you. it was a cow, but i had no idea why i painted it pink. so it turned out to be like a pig. you said you like the piggybank even though it was fugly. i asked if you were sure. but i know how we always promise to not say anything which we do not mean and you will never lie. after filling lunch, you said " my favourite drink is back ! lets go starbucks ! " and you ordered an ice blended peppermint mocha. it was yummy. but sadly they only have it during christmas season. and then you had to rush for church camp. i said, " happy birthday baby ! i love you ! " as i see you rush off at the entrance of the church. on my way home, i received a message that says " thank you for everything baby ! " and i smiled to myself as i read it. i thought, going against all odds was altogether very worth. before i fall asleep that night, i wrote down in my diary, 19 reasons why i'm glad you were borned.

today, i never mentioned anything. i bought a psychedelic postcard which says " v is for vine. viny winy twiny vine ! " which i'm intending to mail over to your house because i remembered how much you love postcards and how i called you my postcardwhore then. starbucks peppermint mocha is back in store after a year. when i first drank it again this year, i remembered vaguely how you tasted like with post peppermint breath. but all doesn't quite taste the same today, strangely. three days ago, you texted and asked me if i hate you, really. i didn't know what to say. and then, i sit down and wander today, whether i still have 19 reasons why i'm glad you were borned. because just 2 days ago, i said i need 20 reasons not to look back.