in the last ten moments of this day i had so much things to talk about. my morning at vj. my afternoon at X2. my evening of hunger n gluttony.
but just at that turn of that second it happened again. so often i thought i grew immune. so often i tell no one. so often i dint wanna say anything. so often.. i just cried..
not even he knows. he will never know. but i know. i know too much.. or maybe too little. maybe this is the reason why it never happened again between the both of us. cos im scared. cos i know..till death do us part is just an overused or perhaps forgotten cliche that nobody has taken a moment to consider its meaning..

donkey: oh man! i can't feel my toes.
[looks down & yelps]
donkey: i dont have any toes!?
[sits down]
donkey: i think i need a hug.

for better or worse..till death do us part