Caleb Tan;
How have you been these days? It's been cold and silent on my side.
Is it still too late to apologize for the dispute we had last dinner? I'm sorry.
I was over the moon to hear over Null's phone the last time we spoke. Butterflies in my stomach siol.
I am so grateful that I have you - to hear my tears, catch them and give me a warm fuzzy embrace later when you're nice enough. Or, chide me with a ridiculous attitude to be stronger and better when you feel nasty.
With times spent at our most comfortable hideaway where we bared our hearts out to the stars (which I conclude as satellites), along with cup noodles, dirt cheap sushi, olive oil tuna, white bread and of cuz beer; God, all I recollect now is that we eat hell lot and you made me happy.
You know I will always plead for more times like these so that I can fold a 1000 paper aeroplanes to throw down the building, dance to Silver Lining, play scissors.paper.rock and behave like juvenile emos.
You're such a kid like me.
Because of all these I want to let you know that,
I missed you.
/edit: I hope you're not dead.
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