52, a number that hardly attracts any attention from anyone, including myself, tells far more stories than any other number that i have come across with so far.

52 days, we have been together with.

51 nights,we sleep through our dreams soundly because we knew someone will always be there for us.

50 promises, we made to each other and i broke half of them.

49 hugs, koala bear-like.

48 kisses, passionate and love- and saliva-ridden.

47 holding-hands count, with pinches and squeezing.

46 more to come.

I love you very much. I would dream of you every single day and night. I miss your hair scent, i miss your lovely voice, i miss your single-eyelid eyes, and i miss your occasional bites on my arm.

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