I remembered the tree, the warmth from the floor. The love from the presents and the feeling in Korea. That was when I felt I was my real self. The Snowy weather outside and the numerous amount of snickers we ate in our car journey to the hotel where Michael Jackson stayed. That was the feeling I love. The feeling of me being understood. The weather in Singapore just doesn't suit my body. I perspire so much. I miss the feeling of being protected. I don't want to be a woman. I want to be a kid forever in the arms of a bigger being. I missed that feeling. Most people need a boyfriend to feel secure. Me? I miss the feeling of warmth surrounding me. I felt love last time. As I grow older, the love becomes superficial and fakey. I miss God. Thats what I miss.
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