two hundred-thirtieth.

dear (k)you,

in a few hours, it'll be a new year. i don't even know how to describe the year that was. except maybe that it was the year i thought of you least.

funny how the last few days, i had to do something that involved me looking at old archives of you. and you still manage to bring a lasting smile on my face.

i know right now i have the asshole (well technically no, i refuse to talk to him), the little boy and the little boy's bestfriend (well, technically, i'm still hoping that i finally meet him)

but after all is said and done, i still hope for the miracle that is you.

since i might not be able to check in later...

here's to another year, another wish, and maybe, another chance.

cheers.