There are some feelings I'll never forget.
How I felt today, on Valentine's Day 2012, is one that I will not forget anytime soon.
(and in case I do, I hope I feel it all over again when I read my post)
I feel in a state of ethereal bliss and happiness
And I realized it's not so much of the act itself but the feeling that you have towards the person who did it
It could be the simplest act, yet it is enough to move mountains
Holding that bouquet and marching home, it was like a tangible beacon of love that drew envious stares and possibly snide looks from some others

Proclaim "Waaa got bouquet of flowers" to your friend
Mm yes because we are deafened by the cries of dying roses in our hands
A silent competition of whose bouquet is larger, possibly because of the assumed direct correlation of number of roses and amount of love
Luckily that's not how I roll~
R got a bouquet which wasn't from her bf, and it wasn't signed so imagine the amount of awkwardness when she thanked him for the bouquet..
Hope everything is settled
Apparently vday suicide rates are higher than usual
Isn't vday nothing but a marketing scheme hoping to earn 300% more from couples which appear to be suffocatingly everywhere?
Because when you're in love, doesn't matter which day it is
Seeing all the couples holding hands and the girl holding the bouquet, I myself am reminded of how we're cruelly separated by the need to protect the women and children of the nation
Yet warmth override that feeling because I know there is a love in my heart that cannot be replaced
Tears of joy, that slight hint of a smile that lingers on and on
And it was a feeling I once never ever thought I will get to feel<3
J and I talked about people who was once affiliated with our partners and there was much uncanny resemblance
It is true after all: everyone has a secret that can break your heart
But on this day, I cannot ask for more than to have my family, beloved friends (Cheryl yes you sweet girl you), colleagues, and bf in my heart, and me in theirs
Because when you're that close, distance is but a quantifier
When he treats his girl like a princess
It is proof that he is born and raised in the arms of a queen- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone