its june again....
the 18th june of my life...
while the 17th seemed the most loveliest june of all, i'd prefer very much not to wind back time.
to many people, it'd seem tat i'm happy that june is finally here to stay coz its my birthday month.
fact is, i dont really give a shit about how my birthday is gonna be like. becoz it wasnt the main point.

An affinity with the number 17 it seems, it was my 17th june, on the 17th , strangely, it was also my lunar birthday, that i finally got my dreams made true. there i was standing looking into the his eyes, almost to a point where i was so ready to marry him. under the equatorial sun and bleached blue skies, on that terrace, i still remembered what was going through my mind.

'could life get any sweeter?'

the sound of the swooshing wind filled my ears, he held my hand, delicately planted his first kiss in our relationship on the back of my hand. how sweet. sounds just like your typical ideal summer love, dont it?

but that was a long long time ago....

suddenly i realise,
there are many chunks of my memory that i will never ever forget.... good or bad...

for instance, i'll never forget that very night that i told someone to stop bothering me about dating someone outside our so called 'elite' race. this is so fucking bullshit.
but anyway. i remembered he told me this,

"loving someone a for a quarter of ur 16 yrs of life is no big deal.
you guys wont last long
and when u're old and 80, u'll not remember him anymore
soon, you'll even forget about this conversation that we had."

unfortunately, i have a sick habit, almost obscenely pervertic habit of reminiscing the past and the old. so.... i'll probably never forget any of that. not a chance, definitely not this lifetime!