It's so hard to pen this down now. I don't know the purpose of writing this down. Showing to the world that I love? I care? I need? I want?
Twice this morning I was awoke by the same dream: you were dating a girl and getting married with her soon.
Her name was even told. I'd say that it was the surname that was not encouraged in your family, and her name is Mei Ting.
Your mum approves and said she has a pretty name.
She's prettier than me, taller than you, slimmer than me and smarter I guess. Most of all, she's gentler than I am.
I saw the girl too, whom you liked before we met.
I guess it's just impossible now to be cold hearted towards you.
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