The thought of you making that belt for my valentine's gift right after I mentioned it as an idea to wear for the class prom is.. sweet.
This time, I guess I've learned the way to see gifts in another perspective.
Is that never think a gift is a way to get to you by the heart even though sometimes it was meant to be. As such, feeling guilty for accepting a present is a kind of disrespect to the giver. If indeed it was meant to make you feel that way, you have the higher ground.
The privilege to choose is both a blessing and the same time, intoxicating.
Still, my feelings for you remains silently strange. Because you meant more to me anything else than just this gift.
You are my teacher, my student, my friend, my mentor, my gossip bitch, my comfort zone.
You are even my mutual sex partner.
The relationship between me, you, and SGG has never been so complicated.