This way to my Heart.

I'm half way to the moon, not yet over, but yes, I'm half way there.

Last Thursday was a day of bravery. I didn't know what got into me to ask such questions. I certainly got better after asking, though there wasn't any certain conclusion, but oh well, at least it didn't end with silence wonders.

Though there wasn't much attachment between us, I supposed you bought me closer to a stage where I have never been to before. For that, I thank you.

Miss, like, love are like vitamins. What's essential are true and deep concerns from the heart, cause it indirectly weighs the level of importance of that person in your heart.

I won't wait for you, like how you told me to. Even if you thinks that I "think" too much or you are sorry about it, to me, they are all just your very bullshitly excuses.

You are one unique person that I have never met before. I hate to admit that, but I don't quite seems to know how to handle you.

I would very much like to be your friend, just friend.

Appreciated if you could do me a favor, please do not contact me at all for at least 2 more weeks.

By then, I should have reached the moon, getting all ready to jump over it.

Period.