Western, last night.

Chicken chop with baked beans and mashed potatoes with bacon. & Chicken mushroom soup.

It was heaven. Other than the baked beans, everything including the sauce meant for the chicken chop was made by Baby himself. Yes, my great chef (:



Phoned with Francis and Denver, felt a lot better then. Some things I think I just wanna keep it inside, because I don't know how to tell you the things I've been dying to say. I don't know how would you think or what would your reactions be, or anything else. I care so much about how you feel, so all that I can ever do is try swallowing everything I can, until I cannot hold on any longer. I might choke, but I don't care. As long as we're going to end up alright in the end, everything is worth it, Love.

Nonetheless, Big Thank Yous to Francis & Denver (:










You said the things you said. You told me that you mean them. They're just like playbacks in my mind now. Don't let them just be words.





I wonder what would come my way today.
Try making everything alright just by smiling. (:

#lovefio
I need you.