I'll see if it holds,
At some point, the night will speak for itself,
This is for the whole world to see as I race with time.

It's problematic when you're stuck with someone with issues and it's no better off when she has the greatest addiction of texting 6pages long essays like bullets rattling of a machine gun. It pleases her so much to annoy and upset you till you shout and resort to forces no gentleman should, and would slap you in the face a trillion times with the past she simply adores bringing up just to hear more shouts(maybe this time into a pillow) accompanied with tiffs and the endless tirade of complaints over the phone, but she doesn't care cos she knows there's no way to turn down a Boy with lightsticks and so much more.

This is 13140000seconds, 525600minutes, 8760hours, 365days, 1 year for you regardless of whether we've been countries apart, quarrelling or laughing at each other, sleeping or awake, dreaming or quarrelling, whether You Like it Or Not. I hope you Enjoyed it, Breathed it and Loved it with Every bit of your life as much as I did, Mr S♥
You are so damn horrible & I still like to fight with you.