I wish i didn't have to remind myself that there's only 19days left before you officially........ leave. Honestly I really don't want you to but who am i to ask you to stay. I've known you for about 6 months now and what transpired is still vivid in my head. I still remember how you would become very querulous when you're peckish, how I would lecture you on cutting down on your caffeine addiction. I even confiscated the drinks you bought. I recalled how we coincidentally wore the same coloured top once, and that was that one time where i reluctantly said yes after many countless times of you asking me if i needed a ride home. I refused but you insisted because it was raining. We hopped on the cab, there was this strangely comfortable silence and very naturally I leaned my head against your shoulders for the first time hoping maybe you would lean yours against mine but you didn't. Your shoulders felt comfy. Consequently you did. I loved that one taxi ride from clementi to serangoon where it was just us where i laid on your shoulders and you leaned your head against mine. We didnt spoke a word but i could hear my heart pounding like crazyyyyy. Oh, and the loquacious taxi driver who started talking about politics and you just  smiled and laughed awkwardly in acknowledgment to whatever he said cause half the time he was speaking in hokkien, a foreign language to you. I love how you would call me baby juls even though you weren't the one who created it but yeah. hehehehe~ I'm just hoping that the bali trip in june would really happen and maybe then, its really time to bid farewell.