I hope you know
I always choose
to miss a couple of hours of sleep
just to make our timezones meet
and get a glimpse
of a pixelated you.

I hope you know that amidst
the rustles and bustles of bicycles
moving and flying around
my playground
I sneak into a quiet spot
just to send you a text message to know how my day is going.

It's my choice to make you feel like I am just there :)

Nothing felt worse
than waking up
with no held hand
no cuddles
no smell of freshly brewed coffee
and home cooked breakfast
and no good morning kisses.

but again,
just like how it was before
I took the leap to find you again,
each sunrise
each waking day
is a reminder
that I am coming closer to you, to home.
And this time,
when we are back in each other's arms
it will be a promise
that we will never be away
even a heartbeat's space
from each other again. :)

You are loved and missed, Anne.
I can still smell your hair every waking time.

Yours, only yours,
Mims

Today, I can stop writing.

Yes, she took me back. Yes, I am all hers again. And she's all mine. :)

This letter will be a renewal of my promises. That I will commit the rest of my lifetime to prove to her that I have changed; that I have become a better person for myself, for her and for us. That we will not go through the same pain we did because of my previous mistakes; that she will never get hurt for the same reasons all over again... Better yet, I promise that I would do everything so that she will never get hurt. I may not be able to promise that we will never face any hardships, trials or challenges, but I can promise that we will face them together... and that we will hurdle and triumph through them hand in hand and come out stronger. I promise that we will always be transparent to each other, airing out our feelings, emotions, fears, joys and everything else in between... For we want every detail of our stories to be shared to one another. I promise to always be by her side; sometimes we may not be physically together but in my own ways, and in the best ways I can think of, she will never feel alone. I promise to be my very best for her, to always be inspired in everything I do because of her. I promise that both of us will be able to do what we want or we love, without judgments or restrictions... For I will respect and accept every detail and part of her. Yes, we may talk over things and compromise, but changes done in our lives will never be a sacrifice but rather a choice - that I choose to do or not to do something because she is more important and that she is valued more than my wants. I promise that we will both explore our greatest potentials, and that I will be her best ever supporter - that whatever career path or life decisions she may have, I am with her 100%. I promise to keep our imagined black, white and red themed house clean and orderly (once we finally afford and invest on one) because I know she wants it that way. I promise to always be beside her when she needs me, or be out of her sight if she needs her alone time or space... For real love is not just about the number of hours or days being physically beside each other, but rather, about every second that our heart beats in sync for each other wherever we may be.

And my list could go on and on... And maybe I won't be stopping writing for her. Because everyday, words spill out of my heart out of awe and happiness that yes, she has taken me back.

And I am never messing up this time.

Thank you, Anne. You will always be loved. :)

Yours, for the rest of your lifetime,
Mims

The past days
have been
a constant blur
of emotions, thoughts, feelings...
of courage and hope.

It has swirled
into colours
of love, passion, want
and desires
of being just beside you
or just looking at your eyes
while I whisper
words such as
"you look beautiful" and
"I am happy I am here".

And midst
the chaos
and turns
an our worlds' rotations
I find one thing
consistently true -
I love you
and this
will hold certain
even if the world
spins on and on and on.

Driving around the metro
mindlessly going through
stoplights
and traffic
and intersections.

We said we didn't really accomplish much work -
just a single package claimed and delivered amidst the 7-hour drive-
but the endless laughter
until we were on tears,
the teasing,
the pinching and tickling til one gets hurt
were enough
to brighten my day.

And not to mention
that stolen kiss
and interlocking of fingers
-it was a moment but I knew we wanted it-
that made my day
into a blur
of coloured swirls and sparkles and magic.

You are always loved, Anne. I am just and still here waiting. :)

Yours and always yours,
Mims

"And 7-hours through the traffic - through endless stoplights, intersections and cop chases - there was a stolen kiss... And the whole metro blurred into a swirl of red lights and car horns and whispered wishes that the stoplight would never turn go." :)

Heart has been tore open
over coffee.

I have laid out
all thoughts
and words
that have been
locked up in the heart
over months.

And as I looked in your eyes
all
the feelings
intensified
into words and thoughts and tears and smiles.

And from there on
I know
I have been freed.
And that I will be going the distance,
taking the risks
to make your heart
mine again. :)

Black coffee never tasted that sweet.

You are always loved, Anne.

Always here,
Your Mims

Wasting time at the airport
feet up on my bags
rehearsing all the lines
that I would say
the first moment
I see you.

I have perfected it in my head.
How I would mumble the "I miss you's"
and the "It's good to see you again's".
I have placed every stress
on each syllable
when I say my sorry's
and apologies.
I have mumbled over and over in my head
and my heart has been shouting
the only lines that would sum up
this whole trip -
"I want you to be the only person
I would spend the rest of my life with.
I want me to be your last."

And as I see you
with those curly locks
and broad, strong shoulders.
The best I could whisper
did not really come out of my mouth.
But from my heart
into a tight hug that I wish could last forever.