12:19 a.m. 2017-02-17
happy valentine darling
It's 3 days since Valentine Day, and we haven't got a chance to celebrate, at all.
But it honestly doesn't matter, and the reason why I am blogging here again, in this extremely dead diary, is because I saw a post on Facebook that says this:
“If you live to 99, I want to die one day earlier – because I never want to live without you.”
And it reminded me of a conversation we had in the common area of Lazy Gaga Hostel in Guangzhou, when we were there for Christmas just two months ago.
You said you hope that I die first, and you a year later. I was shocked at first, before I realised how sweet you were. I was really touched.
Guangzhou was an interesting trip for our relationship - for some reason I wasn't happy, throughout the trip, for reasons I didn't know myself. You noticed, and was helpless. I am sorry for that. We quarreled, hurtful memories were brought back, I cried and we talked.
I hardly remember much details from the trip (even though it was just two months ago - it felt like forever), but I remember that look in your eyes that tell me that you have changed for the better, and that you love me. I remember lying on your lap that last night (with a group of China students playing stupid forfeit games beside us) and feeling so blessed.