And most of all, it’s built to last.

In this very special year, I met a boy on 26th March over my favourite mocha frap and a rather tasteless potato salad at my favourite Starbucks. Almost unexpectedly, we fell in love over conversations of football, music, motorcycles and life. Over the months, from seemingly unconsequential conversations about our similar interests on a rather superficial level, we progressed onto deeper conservations about history, our dreams, future, marriage, issues on a more personal and intellectual level. And so, I’ve found my best friend, my soulmate, my baby, my boyfriend, my dearest love in this boy who has become the man I’ve come to know now.

I love you, Baby. It’s been amazing how this year has turned out because of you. I know things will only get better because I’ve found you.

After trials and tribulations that we’ve gone through, they reaffirm my love for one man, the man of my life.

I’ve become so comfortable in Europe that I no longer bother to convert Euros into SGD anymore, my friends here have started calling me Limpy, I’ve changed all my timings into European time, I can cook my own food, I don’t feel awkward by the German Stare anymore, I sit around on the bench in the city with beer bottles, I might just stay for another semester if everything works out…

On a bus ride through the snow and snow-capped hills to Paris, my dreams ran wild and this is where I want to be.

It’s been two and a half months here, and the party has just truly begun to start.

Your love means everything.

Allie: I need to ask you something.
Noah: What is it sweetheart?
Allie: Do you think that our love can create miracles?
Noah: Yes I do. That’s what brings you back to me each time.
Allie: Do you think our love can take us away together?
Noah: I think our love can do anything we want it to.
Allie: I love you.
Noah: I love you Allie.
Allie: Good night.
Noah: Good night. I’ll be seeing you.

Getting smashed and collapsing onto the grass in the cold after that was totally uncool. I was so gone that four people had to help me to my room and make sure that I was okay. The puke and the hangover were the worst part of it all.

Get a grip, will you?

And I look for a warning sign.

Promises made and broken, they sent me to the highs and brought me crashing down in the split of seconds. I’m at fault for believing and not protecting myself from the aftermath.

Where I’ve gone since 911.

Verona
Bologna
Turin
Milan
Freiburg
Munich
Amsterdam
Brussels
Antwerp

Interlaken this weekend, Barcelona next month. I don’t know where else. So many places to visit, so little time.