That one of a kind feeling carried over to my Saturday. And I'll be working on my last Saturday shift. I had this very light feeling going to work unlike the past Saturdays where every part of my body felt heavy. Maybe because I know that this would be my last Saturday shift. No, it's because her words still echoed in my mind.

All I could say is that it's a commemorative day indeed, for both the end of my Saturday and a commemorative day of the revelation of her words. I love you. It's true that I'm going with my all to pursue you. I'll never reserve you for anyone else. If only you could see the sheer joy that I'm feeling. I couldn't sleep properly last night. I couldn't stop smiling on my desk today. I was grinning on space and that I'm relieved no one saw me. They'd think I'm a creep or a weirdo smiling out of nowhere. But I don't care. Such is bliss. Such happiness is unfair. God loves me and then you love me? Do I deserve such happiness?

To be honest, I should be bearing all the anxieties and the worries. She has no reason to be worried about anything, because I haven't proven anything to her yet. Since we're oceans away from each other, I'll have to settle for talking to her however means I could. But I don't want to be that man who's just all talk. And when I come home and meet you, I'll have the time of my life. I feel nervous, because that's the time where I'd have to show that love is a movement.

I ask again, my God, this is only the start and I'm already feeling so much happy? I'm loved by God. I'm loved by you. I'm lost what to say of your grace that saved me. I couldn't help fall into it and I want myself to fall into it. You took me out of this circle, where I no longer start where I end, where I no longer end where I start, where my life is no longer a monotony.

So what is it that I'm really saying? Everything can be summed up with three words. They're words that I won't take for granted. They're words that mean one thing for everybody, but could be defined infinitely. They're words that I won't fall out of. They're words of vacuum that would consume me from here on. They're words I don't normally tell to anyone. They're words that mean something for me, and hopefully they're words that would mean something for you. They're the words that want to be told. And I won't hold back, just like how I'm writing this open letter to you, to that one girl that laid a claim to my heart. To that special girl that I've been searching for. To that girl that I've been praying for. To that girl that I want to spend my present and my future with. I'll tell them over and over to you, no matter how long, no matter how many times you want, and I won't get tired of saying it.

I love you.

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