(Advanced) Happy Valentine’s Day!

To the only boy who matters:

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I know it’s only the 13th but I think that I’m going to greet you a Happy Valentine’s Day now, because you deserve to be treated like a king everyday and not just on Valentine’s Day.

It has been 90 days since we started talking and 53 days since I agreed to be your girlfriend. Can you believe it? I feel like time flies so fast yet moves so slowly at the same time. Before we know it, 365 days since Dec. 23 will have passed. Then 1826 days (five years). Then 3652 days (ten years) and so on.

But I think we should focus on the “now” and we can worry about day 3652 when day 3652 comes. All I know is, I’m more than happy to be your girlfriend and I’m more than happy to be your Valentine.

We may be thousands of miles apart, but this has been my favorite Valentine’s Day so far because I am spending it (in spirit) with someone who loves me for all the right reasons. I can’t help but thank God everyday for giving me you.

Though Valentine’s Day is supposed to be a day of flowers, dates, and other cheesy stuff, I can’t help but feel a little indifferent. This Valentine’s Day feels no different than any other day, because to me everyday is Valentine’s Day with you. So my promise to you is to make you feel like everyday is Valentine’s Day. I want to make you feel special everyday and not just once a year. If I can do that then I know I am being a good girlfriend.

I love you, Michael. You are so much more than a boyfriend to me- you are my best friend, my soulmate, my body guard, my personal comedian, my anchor, my everything. You are my everything.




“The Wolf of Wall Street” is a three-hour long movie. Three. Hours. I’ve had a copy of the movie on my hard drive for the longest time, but I’ve just never gotten around to watching it.

As soon as we got off the phone, I realized I finally have three hours to bum around. So, I decided to watch it.

If you don’t know what it’s about, the movie basically follows Jordan Belfort (Leonardo DiCaprio), a lavish and extravagant stockbroker firm owner.

Jordan was poor when he married his first wife, Teresa. But as he grew rich his habits began to change: he became cocky, did a lot of drugs, and repeatedly cheated on his wife with another girl.

Teresa eventually caught on to his extra-marital affairs and caught him in the act. Their confrontation was a painful one, for Jordan chose the other girl over his wife.

Baby, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Wow. That will never be us.” I know that money will never change the way we feel about each other. Someday, we will be rich and famous. Temptations will surround us. But, Michael, I can assure you that I will never change. I will always be humble, sweet, and loyal to you. And I would give away every last penny if it meant that I would get to keep you.

Nothing will ever get in the way of my love for you, my love. I can promise you that.




I know I should be studying, but I can’t help but daydream about how amazing our life would be if we were to be married -if our two completely different and distant lives were to become one.

Every morning, I would roll over to watch you sleeping silently. I would spend a few moments just to observe the way your body insufflates and exhales in perfect rhythm. I would admire the serene look on your face and I would think to myself that this is when you are the most beautiful: relaxed, naive, vulnerable.

After a few minutes of this, I would kiss you all over. This is how I would wake you up. Our breaths may smell like a dumpsite, but we don’t care. We would kiss each other passionately, as if each kiss would be our last.

Though lots of effort may be required, I would finally roll out of bed to make us some breakfast. Semi-nude. Or nude, depending on how I’m feeling that morning. We would then have a lovely breakfast together and get ready to go to our respective workplaces. We would then kiss each other goodbye and spend the next few hours away from each other. And even though we’d be married and spend every other minute of our lives together, we would still terribly miss each other at work.

In the evenings, we would cook dinner together and wash the dishes together. After that, if there was work that needed to be done, we’d do it together. And maybe after that, we would pop open a bottle of wine and spend a quiet evening watching a movie or TV show on Netflix. And maybe after THAT, if we weren’t too tired, we’d make concupiscent love to each other.

We would end our day by lying down in our bed. We would cuddle and rest in each other’s arms as we both fall asleep. This would be my favorite part of my day- the part of my day that would remind me that I am yours and you are mine. The part of the day that would justifiably end a great day spent with you. The part of the day that would serve as an indicator of the love that was produced when two different lives joined and coalesced together to become one.

We sleep. I wake up. And then it repeats again.