#27!!!!!

I know how awkward it is to call you such. But whatever. I like almost everything about you. Even your name which is exactly the same to the name of that biscuit. Whatever. I've never eaten one.

Sometimes I wonder if I could let you go AGAIN. Those are maybe one of the times I feel things are becoming horrible and all that and we'll end up not accepting each others' statements and we're over our egos. But I know I can't when I'm supposed to. And likewise, please don't when you know that's in your head. It's practically healthier to work things out and be forever weirdos and masculines. I know I can never share with other people the things I used to share with you. I know I can never find someone who's exactly like you - someone who does not, all the time, understands me. But instead, make me learn from my flaws and does not leave me insensitive.

Sometimes I like your selective amnesia. That you get to remember what we did on our first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, the shit months, tenth, eleventh, and now twelfth month. And also when you used to forget what we did whenever I ask you what happened on this day, that day, these, those, and so on. But still you try to reminisce then I'll give you sort of clues and the idea binds all up and you get to remember everything.

Sometimes I like your inconsistency. That you like girls with long, curly hair. That you like girls with such a perfect body. That you get to leave your compliments over my ears about a girl because she's a good dancer. But at the end of the day, it has been always me, for you. No comparisons, no doubts, just me (even if I wanted to have flat boobies and Im a flat-ass teen).