photo courtesy of matthew chen

In memory of what we used to call in love:

Thank you, yes you know who you are, for this year and showing me the world through your eyes. I'm not a complete saint, but you were my closest thing to a miracle. And everything we've gone through made me realise how impulsive i can be sometimes. I know I probably will never love someone the same way, then again, who ever loves two people the same way? and probably will never get to hear you the same way in the dark. But I'm delightfully compelled to say that it's been fun. I'm letting you go, and smiling again.