Being urge to write something by thy boy. Its really awfully sweet to know he reads it every single day, without fail. Wanting to know almost everything bout me, wanting to be here for me. Wanting me to share my troubles and sorrow with him.
Have you had this feeling, that you never wanna lose this person? His your best friend, someone whom you hold so closely to. You know you might be able to live without him, but the thought of living without him pains you dearly. Its likes, you want to hold it, but you afraid of losing it before holding it. Ironic , tsk tsk.
I love this feeling i shared with him, something very precious, very memorable, very irreplaceable. He love to tease me, yet he makes me giggle at what he says. When i hear his voice, everything from black and white turns into color? Okay, don't know what the heck i'm trying to describe. Writer's block i think. Heh heh
(p.s : i know you're reading this, and you're smiling)
Sometimes in life, we got to venture out of our comfort zone. Like what i did yesterday, after being pressed repeatedly for an answer, i confessed my feelings. Something that i hadn't done for a year? I think its insanity, but i feel much better after confessing. It wasn't a full confession of course, but but but .... I feel great saying out. Now, i don't really think i need to hide my feelings anymore. But somehow, part of me wishes he feel the same for me. ( apparently, i am still clueless )
Its a friday, i should be out having fun, having a drinks or late night movie with friends. But i decided to stay home with mummy today. Kinda of missed my mom , though i spend time with her daily. I can't bear to leave her at home while i'm out having fun.
& sadly, no drinks with her tonight. Having an outrageous cough . Tsk, and i spend my friday studying at school with my mates. Crazy huh? Hahaha, but i feel great after revising, cause i know what i'm actually doing. But stopped it after 2 hours of intensive rushing of revision because my tear glands couldn't stop over flowing. My friend had to repeatedly go to the toilet to get me tissues.
No, it wasn't because i was bullied. I was extremely exhausted.
I think i got to sleep soon, since thy boy slept already & i don't have anyone i want to talk to other than him. heh heh.
p.s : tomorrow i have a charity dinner to attend with b girl. can't wait to see people in ethnic outfits. hehehehhe
