The Air

He’s simply the air. Always around, though often you don’t notice. But when he left, you feel something missing.

He’s the warm feeling like when you get when you curl up on bed under a blanket  in the cold night.

He’s the cool breeze that you get when you turn on the air-con on a hot summer mid-day.

He’s simply the air.

And I’m so grateful that he’s mine…


[13-10-10.. Happy birthday, hun..]

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