And so, the two friends have finally met! 

As I ponder about the things that I should say in this entry, I found myself frustratingly blank and confused. Am I really doing this? Am I really going to type down these thoughts inside my head? Am I really, seriously okay with this? 

It's been more than 50 weeks since he came into my life. Thinking that he is yet again another boy who will just pass me by, I(emphasis on "I") clearly am not informed of the consequences that follow.

It's not like I was falling, it felt more like as if I was climbing down slowly. Slowly going down with doubts, fear, occasional emotional breakdowns, breathlessness, and endless amount of bliss. 

It may be too cliche to say that he felt so different. But he is... different. 

You could say that I'm being delusional. You could say that I am just desperate for something I cannot have. Or I'm just thinking of things, but please... just this once, let me be.

For he who brought not only happiness in my life, numerous tearful, and untimely emotional breakouts, strength to hold on to in times of stress. He also gave way for me to meet people who I could really turn to.

The person who made me question the universe. A solid record of such perfect timing.

The one who changed everything with just one look. So close yet so far. A dangerous thing, yet so lovely. which forever be kept inside my head and my heart.

And as he celebrates his special day, with the people who makes him smile, a phone call with his mom for an hour or two. You deserve all the good things in the world. You deserve all the love. Happy Birthday, you.

An after all-meat feast cafe chill out.