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Friday, December 31, 2004
I wasn't thinking, now I'm stuck.
I'm not sure I know you anymore. Much less, understand. So it seems the shield's been ripped off. Hectic life? I'll cope. Because I know who truly are the ones. Anyway.. It's me. Ping, dumplings and pickles tomorrow. We're going to celebrate Christmas. (It's nothing compared to us realizing that Os were finally over only in mid-dec.)
Shock me, surprise me, won't you? Because all these're getting stale.
I'm not sure if what you gave is enough to last that long. I've been thinking, considering what I've been told. I still care, a whole lot. Feelings ever so strong. I think I understand what's on your mind.. You're not the least bit prepared. Sweets, I love you. Ignore what others have to say. I know you loved with all you had, I know you cared for her. Those gossips don't and they won't affect you, cos they carry no truth.
It's been eight days since I last saw you. I miss you. The daydreams, those sleepless nights. I'll be keeping my mind bustling, as each day snails by. Waiting, ever so patiently. Until I can see your smiling face again, until I can feel you once again. These cruel, torturous sufferings. I want you here right now. So I can be complete.
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