I stepped out from the office to a beautiful dewy sunrise at 6am. The green grass was misty with tiny bits of teardrops from heaven. Ah, who wouldn't change moods? It's the second in a row... a good sign? It better be. I'm not hoping for much, nor am I expecting that tomorrrow would change things.

But I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my time with him tomorrow would be one for the memories. Something that I could look back and tearfully, but joyfully, remember. A secret rendezvous at a place of sun and calm; He'll be cooking food for us, and I'll be preparing the place. I guess we both know it wouldn't answer all questions, but perhaps that's more because we don't want them answered. The truth would hurt us both, no matter what that 'truth' is, and that's why it's better for us case to just leave it as it is, hanging. Ours is a bittersweet comedy of fate.

Our previous conversation would attest to this fact.

And after the day would end, we'd each go back home and further back to our own lives. I would constantly wish him well and pray for him always.

We promised to see each other in heaven. Too exaggerately, errr, I can't even begin to describe how! It's crazy and too ambitious.

But I'll be putting on a bright smiling face, just as what is suited for the occassion. And after all, it's summer.

Summer love. Yeah, I think that's what it is. Later, I'll be singing Laura Pausini's Loneliness--- but for now, it's time for smiles and laughs. 

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