Love, me.

He sings but I'm not gonna let you down, darling, wait and see.

It's like the burning on-screen chemistry between two hollywood sweethearts, or like the jaw-dropping beauty of a thousand stars in the sky. Or perhaps even as simple as the way we need air to get through each day, or the way we depend on the warmth of the sun that shines down on us.

And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you.

An armor.

She pleads for someone to unlock the shackles.

There's this little kitten that roams around my void deck area. It was about a month old when I first saw it, it was so tiny and so adorable. It was, however, really timid and unfriendly but after a few days of playing with it, it began to warm up to me. Soon enough, it came running to me each time I saw it.

I absolutely adored it. The way it would fall into my arms and fit perfectly in the space between my elbow and my body, leaning it's head against my collar bone. It was absolutely adorable and I wanted so badly to take it home everytime. However, a week passed and it started growing bigger.

For a few days, I never saw it. It wasn't anywhere near my void deck or the other block's. But as I was walking down a flight of stairs to the mainroad yesterday, I heard the familiar tingle of its bell that hung around its neck, and it came from within the shrubs.

I bent down to peer into the shrubs only to find it crouching within, barely seeming to recognize me. I did attempt coaxing it out but to no avail. It was impossible for a kitten I had spent everyday of the last week to have forgotten me in a matter of days. I gave up and walked off though...

I believe it knew me, and from the look in its eyes, it did want to greet me. But something, rather strong, was holding it back. It was afraid, very afraid, in fact. Of what, I didn't know. Perhaps its trust was broken by someone else and it has begun to fear humans. Perhaps it was hurt and its wounds never healed.

Perhaps it was just protecting itself against further hurt.

This I promise you.

He sings I will take you in my arms, and hold you right where you belong.

My music player repeats this song for the 21st time now. However, because my brother's asleep and my computer is positioned at the centre of all three bedrooms, I've turned it down to a low volume, just enough to be heard. But the lyrics, very audibly clear, still rings in my head.

With each word, I think of you. You, who have brought me such security and love I haven't felt for a time so long, I thought I never would again. And as the thought of your warm embrace melts me from the inside, I make a silent, unsaid promise of my own.

Till the day my life is through, this I promise you.

Seemingly happy.

Happy ending come true?

Snow white was poisoned by the apple, wasn't she? Then her prince charming came along and woke her from her, what was suppose to be, eternal sleep by kissing her on the lips. Yada yada, the same old story that we all know. They lived happily ever after.

Well, have you wondered if she ever ate apples after? Did she ever dare to? Would she fear apples for the rest of her life and never lay her hands on one ever again due to the fear of being poisoned again? Would she deprive herself of that sweet crunch of an apple just because of one unfortunate incident?

I don't think I'd eat apples again if I were her though.

Singing songs in my head.

If I could sit on the clouds that pass me by everyday.

I wonder what it'd be like. I do know that it'd be, technically, impossible to sit on water vapour but I could still dream, couldn't I? And I am sure each of us do wonder, and that I'm not alone. Oh, how lovely those white fluffs of water vapour look.

Would the pressure up there knock us into a silly state of near insanity? Would it lift our spirits so high that we'd go almost mad if we were to fall back down to earth? Would it wrap us into a ball of warmth and security that we would never want to break free from? Would it warm us from the bottom of our hearts and the core of our souls?

Would it be just like what your love does to me?

In my life where everything was wrong, something finally went right.

Baby, I don't know what I'll do. I'll be lost if I lost you.

Like a kodak moment, I wish this would last forever. A moment that overwhelmes me with such love it takes my breath away. I'll capture this in my heart and pray that no one will ever take it away, and I want so much to never let it go. Ever.

Baby, you'll take away everything real in my life.

Karma?

Even Brad Pitt.

He played the role of Achilles in the blockbuster film Troy. A soldier, a warrior, a man who feared nothing and who could kill anyone with one swing of a sword. He was a legend, a hero. But despite all that he seemed, he was a lover who loved fiercely and who gave up his life to save the one woman he loved.

However, in one moment of rage and a lack of thought, he flared up at her and strangled her, causing her to gasp for air. He could have killed her and he nearly did. He didn't want it of course, he was just too caught up with emotions, his vision too blurred with a confusing mesh of feelings.

Oh, but how he was close to tears as he watched her leave on King Priam's chariot. His heart probably aching as he slipped a valued seashell necklace into her hands as a parting gift. His pride melted away as he made his most sincere apologies for all that he had done for he was already feeling the stinging pain of regret.

Was Achilles the great all that was potrayed?

Gratitude.

Beloved.

Gerrad!

Not exactly planned.

A simple word to sum it all.

I can't speak. Not right now.

She sings I need someone who really sees me.

I came here knowing and thinking I had so much to say. I came here with so much in mind and now that I'm beginning to draft a post, I don't know how to put what I'm feeling down, restricted, into words. But I know that... I don't know, actually. And I wish you didn't either. But you seemed sure, darling, you did.

I'll love you for everything you want to be. Though it might mean a huge sea of difference, I'll still always love you for you've played this huge big role in what I am today - a friend, a cousin, someone who meant so much and of such importance. So, why, tell me why, do you still... hurt me so?

I said I love you. I've always said that. But, perhaps unlike you, I really really mean it.

Have I paid my debts?

She asked me how much I owed.

If only everything came in material, if only everything was tangable. If we could repay everything and everyone around us. Look, the sun's burning itself down for our survival every day. What are we doing to repay it? What can we do to repay it for all that it's done?

Yesterday, Geraldine told me that I owe her cash from the day before - $8 in fact. Oh, why can't everything be that way? Why can't we just pay back for everything when the person asks for repayment? Why won't we just ask when we want something back from what we thought of an investment of our own efforts?

I've been thinking and came up with a few answers - perhaps it's because we know that we started out volunteeringly, not expecting anything in return. It'd just be morally incorrect to demand a repayment by the time our contributions to something is done, wouldn't it?

And, so, I wondered - how much do I really owe?