9 years
By Yan • Mar 18th, 2008 • Category: Soliloquy9 years. It’s been a lifetime.
Remember…
…how, as teenagers, we dreamed of conquering the world?
…how, amid the uncertainty of youth, we taught each other perseverance? gave each other strength? became each other’s rock?
…how our world was so full of passion? each look, a heated caress? each touch, a new discovery? each moment, a feverish lifetime?
…how we grew up together, shaping and molding dreams with intertwined fingers?
Remember.
It’s been 9 years, and nothing’s changed. We grew older. Became jaded. More weary of the world perhaps. But we, we, the essence of us, remain the same.
Our love story is far from perfect. Some would call it an ongoing drama. Others would dismiss it as a comedy. Some would twist it as surreal. …I say it’s an adventure.
Baby, I love you. Belated Happy Anniversary.
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Yan (a.k.a. Yannie, YanYan) is a young-ish entrepreneur, writer, poet, artist, graphic designer, web geek, lover, friend, daughter, connoisseur, gourmand, amateur chef, coffee addict, control freak, and incessant dreamer. Not necessarily in that order.
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love you, baby.