xx Jan 2009, you appeared in my world.
xx Feb 2009, you touched me and started to stay in my world and never ever leave me for this 8 months and maybe forever.
8 months baby.
It's so freaking fast.
Everything seems just happened yesterday.
Your vitagen, your hug, your smile, your accompany, your care and your pamper.
I know sometimes you're moody and you're not purposely throwing your tantrum towards me.
I care, I know, I even understand.
But sometimes I just can't control the heartache and I ... cried.
I'm so sorry that it causes you to feel that I just know how to cry when you angry or we quarrel, perhaps.

Baby,
I love you, not for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you.