segmentation fault ||

February 29, 2012. 3:40am.

i know i’ve always loved the night for more reasons than one, but it took me quite a while to realize that i’ve spent nearly all my nights with you— eating, talking, even arguing, or just sitting quietly side by side, inhaling and exhaling the same air— and i guess that’s what made all my nights so beautiful, thus far. i guess my love for the night might have something to do with you. (or maybe not.)

the existence of happiness within something so imprecise… there is so much beauty in imperfection, so much to say about the manner in which people may not only grow contented with it, but fall in love with it somehow, maybe marry it one day because imperfection is more than just not being perfect.

it’s being human. and down to earth. and flawed and mistake-ridden, yet happy and loved no matter how many disasters you’ve created.

of all my years of living, nay, trudging knee-deep on this earth, it is the first time that i would say:

imperfection has never felt any better.

• Politics and I don’t mix very well.
• I’m still very much in love with writing, thank you very much.
• The books I’ve yet to read are piling up, and I still haven’t read the last chapter of The Secret Garden yet. Curse my tight schedule (mostly filled with random food trips and late night programming)!
• Sleeplessness is still my archenemy. -___-
• I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. (I’m thankful.)

… okay, not technically.

But now, I’m more than willing to make everything right.

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Thank God; I finally learned how to be honest with myself and just go with how I feel.