Life has been pretty great so far.
Had the suite life in Kuala Lumpur.
Indulged in shopping and massage in Bangkok.
Got an awesome surprise from Pappi.
With this weekend coming up, eveything seems perfect.
Like a dream.
OR so it seems.
Ever since my return, i'm not quite sure where i stand.
Is this really the love of my life?
I mean everything doesn't seem to change even though i've only 4 months here till my return to the Windy isle.
Sometimes i feel that i'm not that precious.
Time and again, i do question if i am or will be your number one priority.
The air that you breathe.
Your soul.
Why is it that after 5 years, it seems as if we've just only begun
so many heavy thoughts amidst happy days.