She really is a child.

She thought that she might just lose me well and good, just by that.

But little did she know that it doesn't work that way, her behaviour was really adorable.

She was clenching her hands together, as if holding onto my clothes, she was scared that I might just go off like that.
She did grief but only for while.

And do please grief for not more than a day.
When you do so, take off your coat and hat and head to bed.
Wake up the next day and start to write down everything that comes to your mind.
Seal it in an envelope and address it to, "The I, of Yesterdays", who is just living a fews streets from home.

It made me what to recite the story of Le Petit Prince to her till she falls asleep on my lap. As if it was to remind her that she herself was as childlike as the Little Prince.

She would make sarcastic comments, and I would mocked her like an older brother.
And at the end of the day, we would laugh it off together.

We know about the Drawing Number One and the Drawing Number Two.

And as we continue to write, I pray that she may find that love again.
Amen to that.