january… perseverance, the first phase of academic struggle;

february… sparkly eyes and voice of expression; a bosom friend, my light and treasure; something you lost will soon turn up — the secret of my heart; sweet chocolates from the sweetest; paper cranes for the loveliest one; the first of our merry midnights;

march… a soft wave, an awkward smile; late night conversations with the planes across the cosmos; international day, a rollercoaster of embarrassment, joy and sadness; exchanges of melodies, let our harmonies entwine; exploding hearts that holds words we struggle to say; racing heartbeats standing next to you; can i call you my dearest?; self-doubt, tear-stained pillows;

april… an adorable penguin keychain, letters addressed to heart; my dearest close friend, and a line i shall not cross; hugs from my polar bear-stie

may… piles and piles of papers; an expanding universe, will everyone drift farther away too?; city lights and nighttime supper; short-circuit of the brain, the asphyxiation of perfectionism; an evening with my heart onto strings; slow mornings and quiet lunches with friends;

june… salt streamed cheeks, anxieties bleed through the shirt; smiles of encouragement between every hurdle; bubbling laughter during dinnertimes, and the tangy taste of fish; the writer’s spirit dozing off, unable to wake; watching beads of sparkly sweat on the dancers, reflections of a friend’s gorgeous passion; a mouth that murmurs idiotically, irritably; the freedom in whirring down the slide, rain patters soft;