the fiber of my being.

Taking a break from my Japan post, I'd like to dedicate this post to him.

We turned 7 today. Something that I'm still curious how and why and what really happened over the past 7 years. 7 years.

And that's without any breakup(s) in between.

I don't think he knows how much he's helped me grew over the last few years - I wasn't really the person I am now - but he's been there for me no matter what. People say time doesn't really matter; it doesn't matter how long you knew that person or be with that person - and I really think they're right. Because I still feel like my old 18-year old self again whenever I see him standing across the corridor waiting for me, as if the 7 years has not passed by.

When I look at who I am now, I feel a jolt of gratitude towards this guy. A lightning, maybe. He's the only one who's seen how hard I've worked the past years to get to this point; all the hardships, the tears of not getting into the first class during our second year, the tears of fear of failing one subject during final exams, the tears of not getting the result I want during final year - he's seen it all. And he never bolts. And last year, when I had too many commitments I felt like I couldn't cope - the manufacturing job vs. important interviews in between, the fear of failing the interviews, the fear of letting down my parents, of myself; he was there. I wasn't really a patient person so I know I gave him a hard time - it was hard for me, and it was hard for him too.

But he's still there.

I don't think he knows how much his being contributed to my growing up over the past years; over all those time. 

So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for everything. I pray that God would let it be easy for us and for our plans, and that more years would pass by with you by my side.

With all my heart,

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