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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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rachael yamagata @ esplanade




photos taken by Mr Wang Fei Hong :)

She was the one who helped me to face what's hard, the emotions and the things that take courage. She knew exactly how i felt, she kept me company through countless nights and inspired me to hold the weight of my fears. I wished that i can somehow accrue, can somehow show her something other than a concert ticket stub, at least a portion of how much she meant to me.

Tonight, she was dark and beautiful on the piano bench and with a guitar slung over her shoulder. Her music is a blessing in my life, and i just know, the way i know surprise endings in movies, that i'll never stop loving her songs as we both grow old together.

She was everything that i had imagined. And more.

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