As long as my life story, this is the second month I love best after July. Here is the month where we belong, the month which is witness for the two of us looking each other, warmly.
Yah, December is the sweetest month for me, so did him. Right on the corner, under the rain, the first raindrop, there he was, for the first time. No matter what will ‘they’ say about us? No matter how hard his sacrifice to get me here, waiting someone I’ve never known before.
And it has been happening long years ago, but I do still love him afterwards.
Dear, thank you for being with me within past four years. You bring much good changes for me; you didn’t wipe away the tears because you never let them go out. You taught me how to be brave, how to be strong, how to face this life supposed to be.
You know I love you so. xxx
