I got so much too say, but I don't know where to start. I have been writing to thefinalglory but it never knew me. I'm an average girl aged 19 on the twenty-seventh november nineteen-ninety-one oh-nine-fourteen hours. When asked about myself, I really didn't know what to say. About my past, present, future. What should I say? That I school and work, I lead a repetitive life. I'm not interesting - I never were. But never did I wish to have one. All I wanted was to have a happy life, one where there's rainbow, from the shine of the after-rain, a nice wake-up call instead of an alarm, a great breakfast with people I adore. Do I really hope that much? I admit, I'm holding my tears writing in here.

I am a girl who thinks too much. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I wasn't the popular kid in school. But I have a great ambition. To be happy. It's not I'm not, but it could have been better. But sometimes, even being happy isn't such a good thing after all. To make self happy, but to create the unhappiness of others, doesn't that define selfish? It never struck me hard before, there's never a definition for happiness. All along, I grew up sharing love with mates and families, I was indeed, what do I call that - happy. Though, I really thought that I put others above me. I get worried if they're down, joy when they're up. It hit me hard that time, and it still do. I won't let people try to please me. They will if they are and it's okay if they're not. And I'm never hard to please. So I wouldn't want anyone to think of me that way.

To the boy whom I greatestly adore. I really miss the thing we used to do in the past. Being around each others' arms, talking about ourselves. How we'd be shy around each other but yet so comfortable. How coincidence we can get; when wanting to meet, we met. I want to cuddle you in the night, watching the moon looking at us and reminiscing the hearts we shared. I wonder if it's the same for you.

I'll always love you.