4 days to a monthHim and her , gonna be one month soon .
We don’t quarrel much , sometimes don’t talk much , but bits and pieces are still sufficient . as I’m writing this , i’m not eating my lunch like I’m supposed to , not sleeping like I always do , but just writing away , jotting down some bits of what I remember .
“I wanna hold your hand for as long as I can ..”
“I don’t know if I’ll treat you differently next time , but right now , I’ll treat you as best as I can ..”
These are what I remember , and yes , that first day of work with breakfast and to-work-ride was an encouragement and not a mundane chore . it was my privilege .
i’m wondering if anything would happen on this Friday . it’s not a public holiday , not a 13th , not gonna fall sick , but it’s our anniversary . and I wonder , really ..
love ,
abby .
i love you like i always do.1:11 PM.