Just watched "Strangers, again" from Wongfu productions on YouTube and quite frankly, it has stirred me considerably. I wait in still motion for a sign like this, and the inevitable crunch that stings is unbearable. It is a recurring thought once you're in something like this but I guess it's not easy to embrace such a thought. And I wish that as brutal as the truth is, the path of a relationship need to reach a split between marriage and permanent divorce.

It is scary, yet true. Quite the irony that our generation is often proclaiming YOLO. If you only live once, then make the best out of it and that means taking in the best of every moment. That is to cherish and internalize whatever significant or otherwise inconsequential pigments of jubilation. And don't ever let these fragment! Ever.

And I really don't believe the honeymoon can't last forever. It won't be the same as it was when it first began but passion never needs to die in place of progress. Maturation is a symbolic movement with bidirectional risk--you either regress and deteriorate or accelerate and build upon what you already have. The beginning is but the foundation, to a fortitude of infallible trust and security. And that's what we're going to do. You and I.

Here forth, I present another poetic encryption. That only your heart and mine will string together and hear the mellow chord.

So don't listen to the cold, dark lies
that whisper. Stare forth stormy eyes
and kiss her. Err not to break this love
and share this purity, hark above!
So strong this pull, to you or away?
Only time will tell but I'm here to stay.
Break free the momentum of indecision.
Pray tell, what be your humble vision?
Mine is to lie on the grass and caress your hair,
wake up the next morning and know that you're still there.
Fate is not ours, but love is like magic.
And if we do this together, our ending shalt not be tragic.
You know I sound the truth, and in truth we shall lie
Not to each other, but on the field of wheat and rye.