So last cny a caucasian guy pops up in the family picture. He was my cousin's bf, and she intro-ed everyone. This year that same guy is now my cousin fiancé, and my cousin seems really happy so gratz to her.

I kinda wished that I could share a similar kind of joy. as I sipped some red wine, I felt a burning sensation down my throat and in my heart and dissolves into sourness. better known as a 'heart ache' but I prefer not to call it that. It' just sounds so sad, and that's something I'm not.

It's more of a feeling that drives me every now and then. It's there and it's comforting cause I know then that I'm still alive, that I have a spirit, a soul. It tells me that I have something worthwhile going on. It's a feeling that says, where ever you are, who ever you are out there, whether you've met me before or not; I look forward to meeting you.