Mama just reminded me today I actually had one more aunt. A streak of guilt struck me, so suddenly, that I actually haven't thought about it for years. Those were so far away, so long ago.

The past, we hold on to. The present, we get by them. The future, none genuinely looks forward to. If there was anything in this world that I haven't gotten use to, it'd be taking out that box labelled memories, have a brief look at it, and nonchalantly keep it away again.

I need a lover. A lover of my soul who takes me out from the miry clay. Sometimes I feel so blissful with the lover, sometimes I cry grudgingly to the lover, sometimes I cruelly push the lover away. But when I think about the skies, people, relationships and unresolved issues, I humbly admit that I cannot do without the lover.

This has nothing to do with a weakling who needs dependence on a some thing. This is a relationship that I would do whatever it takes to defend it. Relationships, in nature, are already so fragile. Thank you lover, that you never once forsaken me.

If I do love him wholeheartedly, the thought of forsaking him should never have crossed my mind. All of a sudden, I realise this can be applied to many things in life as well. If you really loved something, you would never have thought of forsaking and abandoning that thing. If you really loved.