I find myself asking, "why did this happen?" And most of the time, it's always because I've felt afraid. I am afraid. That I'll lose you, because of my stupidity – and all boys are guilty of being an idiot when it comes to relationships.
A short, simple poetry of you, me, and the concept of us.
My fear of losing the one thing that made sense, in poetry.
A poem a guy's heart for her, in hopes she sees his love for her - unbounded by the past and free for the future.
Just a simple story of a guy and a girl, and the power of love.
A rite of passage, every Singaporean son will experience this, inconsequential of whether one wants to or not.
Remember the friend that you were so close with? The one that you thought you'll be meeting up 10 years from now and talk about how shitty the past decade has been? Yeah, guess that's not going to happen.