June 22, 2006
There will be no songs written about our love. We are singularly unromantic in our angst, beautifying what we can't see. I would paint us immortal, our feelings sublime. Instead, I think about you at the most mundane of times, like when I am making a sandwich or watching Taiwanese idol dramas. And it is at mundane times like these that I miss you the most - when the love on the television makes me wish I had a photo of us in my wallet, but the only photos I have of us suck. Even though I don't want them to.