Before you came along

I used to love weekend. Be it sleeping in and slow-paced brunch and boardgames/ movies afternoon and night time reading, OR even working through my weekends once in a while. Because I do love my job like that.

Then you came along. I have to choose between you and everything I love. Good thing is, we do have similar interests. 

I've had enough advices to be patient and wait for the guy to make the first move and I can live without guys who do not take initiative and etc. Of course I can. Still, you make me go crazy. My heart has to overwork everytime I go out with you. It's not that often. Yet it's enough to remind myself that I need to workout more to withstand that kind of workload.

I should always, ALWAYS guard my heart.