love, as we all know, is a tricky thing.

you can never be sure whether you really love someone, or whether someone really loves you, or whether everything is just what you think it is. it is fickle, stubborn, annoying and a general pain in the arse. it gives you happiness, but also laced with jealousy, grief or plain confusion. it's difficult to pinpoint and confidently declare its presence.

however, i do know one thing- if anything, i do have one certain love. it's only been one day since he left for taiwan, and i miss him already.

take care bro. don't you dare get home in anything other than perfect condition.