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Friday, May 6

i picked this up somewhere. so true.

You find your textbooks filled with his name.
And in the midst of your school desk, you could actually spot his name there.
Everytime your handphone beeps, you hope to see his name.
When it's not him, you get so depressed.
When your phone gets quiet, you have the temptation to sms him.
When he doesn't reply, you let your imagination run wild and get so sad cos you feel unimportant to him.
And sometimes wonder, if he had even forgotten your existance.
Three quarters of your handphone inbox are his smses.
And you find yourself unable to delete any one of them.
When you really have to, you feel your heart ache.
When there's a new movie out, the first person you WISHED to watch with, is him.
But always end up watching it with your friends.
You realise that your conversations with your friends never fail to include him in your topic.
You worry if he would fall for someone else and it hurts when you know that the person will never be you.
You find yourself getting so affected by just one word or action from him.
Sometimes you get angry with him for some reasons and feel yourself hating him.
But once you see him again, your heart melts, and find yourself loving him, once more.
You swore for more than a hundred times never to sms him again.
But found yourself sending a message, and the receipient, is him.
You try to forget him but got reminded of your memories with him.
Many times, you force yourself to stop liking him but found it even harder than killing yourself. You try to convince yourself, that you dont like him anymore.
But find the person on your mind to still be him.
Its tiring to live in pretence and lies.
You cant avoid it.
Love is cruel.
It hurts.

this is the story for today lor.


1 comments:
Blogger mai_laurielisten to her music.

why???harlooooo.....never ever fall in love...not time yet, my dear wawawaw...

7:38 PM  

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