I was talking to pea-sized brain.
He woke me up from my slumber.
Talking to him made us realise one thing -
We're really bless-ed.
Really.

Hearing him say that he'll utter a prayer everytime he passes a church,
amazes me.
He prays that he's thankful for the things that are in his life.
Then,
i wondered.
How many times do i thank Papa for the things i have?
Not many,
consciously.

So funny when he asked me,
"What is love?"
Coincidentally,
the very thing that i've been thinking about all this while.
Me: Well, love is when someone is willing to die for me.
Sean: Unconditional love ya?
Me: ah..yah. *giggles*
That brings me back to 1 Corinthians.

Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude,
it is not self seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perserveres.
Love never fails.

That's the extent of how much God loves me.
He NEVER,
NEVER fails me.
Man can fail me,
but Papa NEVER.

And fio,
gazillion thanks to you.
Thank you for always wanting to stand up for me.
I understand the kinda angst you go through,
when you just couldn't be there to shield me,
then and there.
I'm very touched.
Did i ever say you're my ezer kenegdo?
Okay,
you are my ezer kenegdo.
A help meet.
Well,
it's only for now.
You were made by Papa to be your husband's ezer kenegdo.
I agape you.

If ever,
I were to sacrifice my life in return for anyone's,
it'll be for bing and fio.
I've already told God.
I believed He heard it and remembered it.

Last message received at 4:14am on 7/24/2008.
I had no intentions of being sarcastic.
None at all.
Because she really cares.
And, i am thankful that you cared if you hadn't known.
I really am.
But did you know,
your care was too excruciating for me then?
I had to drown my pain in pools of tears,
but i didn't reject it.
Because i know you knew nothing about it.

I never understood what sparked it all.
Guess it's the dumb msn.
Well,
even not,
we would still argue.
We never seem to get out of this rut of arguments huh?
Guess,
from where we began,
that's where we'll end.

A promise is a debt unpaid.