i couldnt agree less when people say 'looks can be deceiving'. you are turning twenty this year yet so small. so much for your goatie-matured looks but you are still as young as sixteen year old kid at heart. i love disturbing you by calling names such as 'small boy' but i'll try not to make it as a habit. the cutest thing is when you get all worked up by those two words but hate the part when you squeeze my head under your arms. its painful and you caused me to have headaches in the end. not forgetting this. kindly reduce your 'temptation' to tickle me. its irritating. i just couldnt help it seeing you smile. it's a killer. what matter is, i had fun with you today. dont hesitate to share your thoughts and problems. you know i dont care and i'll listen for sure. so yeah. forgive me. i supposed its my fault for being late and it rained. you end up not feelling well. i am so bad. pfft.