I don't know whether it's really a case of stubbornness; but it really takes a lot to convince me that your intentions are genuine. Insincerity speaks. Reluctance too. As much as I tried to believe, every other action of yours tells me a different tale.

Give me a reason to love you, I'll go the extra mile for you. Reasons, excuses and sorrys; or even telling me you're not sorry; perhaps I'm the unreasonable one.

Give me a reason to love you.

I miss those days, those days. I miss every single moment. The late night long bus ride home from Sengkang; the times at HV Coffee Bean; the walk home after sinful supper sessions; the nights spent at the old campus; the night chats at my bbq pit; that year that Christmas too in fact.