:: you and me ::

Just the other day, bestie and I had one of our late-night phone sessions.
We were happily chatting until I decided to ask what time it was.
'3 am' was her reply and my initial response was 'Shit. Ok bye.'
We chatted since 11.30pm which if my mathematical skills are still functioning - it would be 3 and a half hrs of talktime.
When the man knew about it, he was shaking his head.
'What were you girls talking about anyway?'
Good point.

This is the part men are clueless about.
Bestfriendship, in my dictionary, simply means having another person whom you are very comfortable with to
(1) share your nonsense
(2) confide in
(3) have intellectual conversations (not really)
(4) people-talk
(5) err, let out some of the little secrets u've been dying to expose.

Very comfortable is an understatement.
Aftr 8 years, Bestie and I are getting too comfortable with each other.
That every rude remark either of us made never hurt each other anymore. Lol.
In fact, the phrase 'shut up' had never really exist in our book of bestfriendship.
So back to the real question,
What did we really talk about?
For us to know, for you to never find out. Bah.

Yesterdays wedding invite was superb.
Held at the Crystal Ballroom, the ambience exudes a certain elegance in sheer simplicity.
If you know what I mean.
The massive chandeliers. Colourful lightings. Impressive indeed.
Then came the wedding songs.
I looked at the man - then realise.
Bam. I've fallen deep.
So much for guarding the heart to save me from getting hurt.

I trust. I believe.
That the heart will be given away
Little by little.
Till the day u and I
becomes WE.
Ceh.