i dont want to become just a number, a passing guest in your life.

i wasnt the first girl you kissed, the first girl you wanted to marry. guess that's why i was affected. affected i wasn't the first, afraid i wont be the last. but then you arent the first one i kissed too, so it should actually be fair right?

yet somehow, there's a slight hollow space in my heart. a space only you can fill, by hugging me tight, so that i feel your warmth and heartbeat.

i need to hear you say you love me. to strengthen my faith in us. that our relationship wont change in the years ahead, however long and arduous the journey will be.