i can still remember the days when the first voice i hear in the breaking dawn belongs to you. those early morning calls that live in my memory have never fled, and i always wished they will come back to reality. i really miss that. yet, having your voice as the last i hear at night is already worth cherishing, and i hope it will continue even to the days when i am away.
somehow, i see these phone calls as a symbol of our love. with you being my first, i wish that you will also be my last.
