hey puchu,

It's been two years, eh?

It feels as though we were in that train only a couple of months ago...

And as though we were making the charts a couple of days ago...

That bus, a couple of minutes ago...

And this, well...

It seems like...

Chronology doesn't seem to matter when I am with you.

A lot of food

A lot of blankets

A lot of kyut smiles

What did it all mean?

Who are we?

We are Gajor and Bilahiaren't we?
Ready to rock the world.

We've been through hell and worse.
Repeating the same mistakes.
Heartbroken, painstricken.

But, here we are, strong as ever and improving too.

This is what matters, doesn't it?

Because we can't know anything about the future.

But...

We surely know about now.
And this present moment is all I care about.

Because I know that you love me...

And I love you.

some photos, meow!

and, one more thing.