It must be difficult to let go of something so beautiful.

Yes, it is. That's why I never want to let you go. But then, you did let go of me, and that's when I knew I was never 'something so beautiful' to you. Anyway, it doesn't change anything. Still, you're the best part of my life, and if you're going to 'happen' to me again, I guess I'll take it without hesitance. 

Ga, I will always love you. You have occupied a great space in my heart, which I know, that would take a lifetime before someone or something else could replace you there. I might be hurt but I don't feel too bad anymore. I know someday we'll find our way to be together. Remember, after everything .... we'll end up together. I'm still holding on to that promise of yours. 

I love you forever ga. ♥ I'm always praying for you. I hope you're good. I know you're happy now. Thanks for the memories. 

This is not what it is supposed to be ,...

This. :/ for you GA. T_T

That very moment when I realized you're moving away. I know that you'll do this ... I know how weak you are, and I know that you cannot handle any promise you've made. But I still believe in you. I still trust you. I still love you. 

it's only you, GA.

I fell in love and is still falling in love with your everything. ♥ 

GA, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY POGIEST LOVER FOREVER!

yeah right?!

I'm so tired of begging for you to stay. Now that you chose to stay AWAY, then, I have nothing left to do but let you fly. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'll still live my life without you. You're not a loss.

I still believe ... in LOVING YOU!

I'd sing to you all our songs Ga.

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too

Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage

In the Isle of Wight if it's not to, dear

We shall scrimp and save

Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

Would you believe that I don't miss him right now?