one more hour. then one more. and one more.
i hang onto bits and pieces of “i’m fine” moments, stretching it as far as i could.
and i was fine.
every atom of my whole body was like tiny little cups. sadness pouring in, flowing in waves.
but the game of tug-of-war ended. trying to reach out more or trying to be on my own again… it hurt me but i knew i couldn’t hold onto what i wanted. never in my life i want to be a burden to anyone else.
Twenty Again helped a lot, what an amazing drama. and Before Sunset was brilliant.
i was wondering between broccoli and zucchini, broccoli would be the same with yesterday and zucchini would be better for a change, but i felt like having broccoli so i did.
didn’t hold back and sang at the top of my lungs.
Antti agreed to try helping me change the window cover – that would add to the list of “first-time”s in our lives. and Idea Park on Saturday would be nice. meeting Chisha would be nice too.
chatted a bit with Oanh. talked on the phone for about an hour with Khoa.
Taeyeon’s solo debut mini-album was on repeat.
fingers tracing the skin. soft and smooth. youth appreciation.
little things, little things…