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Monday, October 4, 2010 Y


Happy One Year Anniversary to us, D.


New handphone straps. :)


Today is the 4th of October, 2010. A very special date for D and I. On this date one year ago, at exactly 10:28pm, he asked me a question, that I believe has been asked countless times by a million other guys all over the world.
Will you be my girlfriend?
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And today, a year later, on the very same date, it is the sweetest day for us.
Happy One Year Anniversary to us, D.
It all started on a very ordinary day, in a very ordinary setting, at somewhere called Tampines Library. Lol*
If on that very special day, either I, or him, didn't go for the study group, we would never have met, or fallen in love.
I remember the first sms he sent me, on a Wednesday morning. Asking me to bring my amaths file for him, so he could copy corrections. I remember thinking at that time, who is this guy and why does he have my number. I was annoyed. Haha.
And from then on, we started going out a lot, in groups, and we started smsing a lot as well. Little by little, somewhere in between our big laughs, our little jokes, and the sweet innocence of our blooming friendship, I fell in love.
But we weren't openly dating yet. Even though he bought me the handphone strap, and wrote a love letter on my birthday, we weren't exactly a couple yet.
But on the 4th of October, 2009, I would say, something magical happened.
How could I refuse? He is my best friend, my punching bag, my listening ear, and now, he is my boyfriend as well.
Sometimes, in our ordinary lives, love gives us a fairytale.
And a fairytale it was, for the first few months at least.
I was head over heels in love. And so was he.
But the hardest part was the coming year ahead. A year ago, I was so worried about what the new year would bring. Would we drift apart? Could we make it throught? Will our love stand the test of time?
All those questions, bugged me. And now, I am glad to say, our love did stand the test of time.
Nothing is perfect. Love is no exception. Love isn't so simple.
There were the quarrels, the cold wars, the tears, the hurt.
And yes, many times, I thought it was the end. I was ready to leave. And start all over. But every single time, we made it through.
The ultimate test of love, is to disagree, but still hold hands.
We've been through so much, together.
And it would be a pity to let it all come to nothing. Because I truly believe, what we share is something special, something magical, and something I will always cherish.
I learnt to have trust, to have faith, in this relationship.
Ten years later, we will get married.
That is a promise he made to me, a promise that let me know how serious he was about us.
D, you have been a great boyfriend, and I am thankful, to have you as mine. I know I've been unreasonable at times, childish, and utterly stubborn sometimes. Thank you for putting up with me all this while. If you ask me, I honestly don't know why or how I fell in love.
You would say its fate, but I would say its something more special.
Thanks for leaving your heart with me, I hope it will be mine to keep, for now, for ever.
I love you.




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