"I'll carry you home, tonight"

Dear blog, its ridiculous. Yesterday was the second time I got drunk so badly. I could feel myself staggering home. And I puked like mad.

I can't really remember the details of everything, all I know was, the whole night I was drunk, my mind's only on one person, and how much I wished he was right beside me then.

I know why I was drunk. I think its because I'm too happy. Of late, these recent days have been so full of happiness and bliss I have never felt this happy and this in love with anyone. The happiness I have felt within these few months, can never be exchanged with anything in the world.


He's not the kind who'll buy me expensive gifts, that don't matter at all.

He's the kind who, when I'm sick, will accidentally draw a get well soon card with my favourite eeyore, and will accidentally take bus 22 down to my house to visit me.

The kind who will remember my contact lens solution is all used up and buy it for me.

The kind who will buy carrot juice for me and make me drink it because it's good for me.

The kind who'll stand up for me when the clique of friends bully me.

The kind who'll let me eat all the marshmallows in the world just because I love them.

The kind who suddenly looks at me, stares, and says " you're so pretty right now "

The kind who is afraid of being poked, but still allow me to poke him when I'm unhappy.

The kind who is so so goddamn gigantic-ally tall but doesn't care a shit about my short stature.

My mind is so full of you, the list will never end.

The kind who will still hold my hand even when I purposely try to pull away from him during fake anger.

The kind who'll take my hands and not go shopping, but bring me around places I've never been to.

The kind who will watch the sun with me and make the sun pales in comparison when I'm with him.

The kind who knows I am so bad with lines and can't draw straight lines related pictures but still teaches me to do them anyway.

The kind who will speak Chinese with me just because it's speak chinese day although this policy is dying soon.

The kind who lets me sleep the whole duration of the bus ride and hold both my hands to keep me warm


The kind, just the kind of person Keith is. The one and only Keith in the world.


And I love you more than anything else, anyone else, in this big big world.

Labels: You and your beautiful soul