I, Me, Myself

Seasons pass by. It seems to be summer in HsinChu now. 

Recalling the day I met you on the Internet, it was the end of summer then. None of us would know where we're going to. But now, we are here, as lovers. Thank God.

I don't know what's going on--just can't help thinking of you, even you just left me about...five or six hours. I used to say "We should get through the test of time and space." Ha! How come the test should be mine not yours now? I just don't get it.

Baby, the website I just gave you is about love letters which reminds me of the days we wrote to each other.  I had the same expectation as the writer of the blog. 

More reading, more thinking of you. Tonight would be just my bed and I without you. oh...miss you so much...