in a nutshell.

I could say that I love you, except that what we have is more than love. Rather, it is a kind of familiarity moulded by Years.
Of knowledge, of pain, of deaths, of sorrow, of happiness.
Years that have made you into you, and me into me. Years a toast to Reunion. That if not for you, a dusty urn I would have been.

At 19, I may not have the wisdom to speak of everlasting love; but I do know that love feels the same whether you're 19 or 99.
Familiarity breeds contempt, I cannot find anything to hate, save for the fact that 14th February and 17th February are 3 days apart and I'm always left hemming and hawing when you demand a birthday present, apart from the valentine's gift.

Boyfriend? You're more like a part of me. The part that makes chawanmushi (which turned out holey and more like normal steamed egg hehe) and omfg-good-fried rice for me; the part that I can talk to about what the worms are thinking and what the politicians are thinking; the part which withstands my nonsensical checkered pussycat songs and spastic dances; the part that says "Other people got Sexy Girlfriend, I got Spastic Girlfriend" but joins in the fun anyway**; the part that knows me like a worm in my stomach, just because you're a part of me.

I could say that I love you, except that what we have is more than love. Rather, it is a kind of familiarity moulded by Years.
Years a toast to Reunion. That if not for you, a dusty urn I would have been.


**ahem i have an ahem video of ahem dumb ahem ahem dancing to my spastic dance ahem ahem ASK ME TO SHOW IT TO YOU LOL! (you're dead. :P)