Dear _______ ,

I am content and happy.

Though with all the warnings and advice given, though all my senses and instincts are blaring it at me, I had no complains.

I am happy to sleep in my own dreamland and to never wake up, if that means I can ignore all the signs.

I am happy to lie to myself, to sacrifice, if that means things can go back to the way it was.

I am happy to tolerate every flaws, every lie, every mistakes, if that is what it takes.

Right until now.

All the promises made, that I had poured my soul out to believe.

To believe that this, this is different, this would not be the same, like many before this.

Now it is so far away, I couldn't no longer touch it, hold it, even if I stretch out reaching limits beyond me.

I was happy and content.

p/s: My sis's boyfriend think it's funny to hide my teddy bear biscuits. I came home today looking for it and couldn't find it. Then I told sis :" hey, Dennis accidentally took my teddy bear biscuits." And she said:"Oh, he didn't. He told me he had hid the biscuits somewhere. If you really can't find it only call him."

And thus, the hunt begins.