People tell me I'm in love, people say I'm happy. And what if I am? What if being with you makes me happy beyond measure?

But what if being with you also defies my values and dishonors my parents?

Is love supposed to be so tough? When two people are happy together and everyone around can tell that they are exceedingly happy together, when every moment they spend together mean so much. Why can't they simply stay like this for a long long time?

I love so many things about you, you fulfilled my crazy wish of dancing in a water fountain (which is still a memory that makes me smile every time I think about it), you have done so many things with me I think it would be almost impossible not to think about you when doing a certain thing. The memories we have created in this short period already far surpasses many other memories that I have.

I think about the future and I cannot imagine how it will be without you, but I really don't know how we will get through all the obstacles :'(