Tonight, the giddiness exceeds expectation.

Hence, I shall warn you all on the incoherence of my blog post starting...

... now...

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Seriously, though. Aren't I so lucky that I have the most perfect boyfriend for me?

I mean, who cares about Jude Law (although he still makes me want to go oh fuck every now and then)? And who cares about Johnny Depp (oh my god! Johnny Depp! *swoons*) when I have my own Joji Yonzon Kurosawa here by my side... with me.

Jealousy? Pfft. I don't think I won't have to do anything anymore. I mean, alright. I do sometimes feel the green emotion (in the most unnecessary times, too) but I trust my Bumbum. And I love him so much.

And I know by the end of the day, he'll be with me. :)

I felt the pain as you told your story.
It's so long ago, but it felt so raw.

That emotion of your first rejection.

If she can only see you now, Bee.

She'd wish she would've accepted that letter.

She would've wished she treated you better.

Well, tough luck for her (and for those other women)--

--because I have you. And I'm so freakin' happy that I do. :)

This heart.

I'll take care of it.

Treasure it.

Because it's the sweetest thing. Ever.

We watched "Graveyard of the Fireflies".

And I cried so hard. It was an awesome movie.

*hearts*

It's been a while since you stayed.

I missed those times where we were in your car.

Just chilling and talking.

Because when we're inside, I feel like the whole world just stops.

And time freezes because inside, all we can hear and feel are ourselves.

All those mistakes. All those faults.

Bee, it's okay.

Because all those things could be made up...

--with hot, make-up sex afterwards. ;)

*just trying to make you smile* :D