Saturday, January 20, 2007
You'd probably never ever going to see this, but it doesn't really matter.
Because you, have driven me to a point of no return;
And writing this might not have a single effect on you, but it might make me feel lighter.
To you;
From the moment you placed your arms around me, you've taken a toll on my life. Suddenly, all I ever did was consisting of incessant train of thoughts of you. Whether it was your voice, your touch, your gaze. You have the right to call me silly, because no one has ever had such an effect in my life before. And knowing that from now on, I've to let you go because I know that I don't own you, hurts. Much more than a someone twisting back my ankle over again.
It's because everytime I see you around, I've to wear a mask, like I don't care. Or to avoid your gaze, and to stare at you from the corner of my eye. It's so difficult to smile at you like everything's normal, because I know it's not. It's as if a smile could bring false hopes to me. I'm nonplussed; you've made me think we could actually start something beautiful together, and the next moment, that all you want to do is to push me out of your life. This might sound too aggressive, but please tell me what you want out of me. If you never ever want to get too close to me, then just be my friend, but don't push me out, don't push me.
I'd never know why your friend did what he did, or what exactly happened that fateful moment, but the knowledge of the true reason doesn't matter now, anyway. But you can be assured that for that moment, you provided me with the reason to fly, and to fall back down to Earth again, in the same second.
But you'd probably be rest assured that with every presence you give in campus, just remember that someone is trying her best not to hear that shrill sharp noise an ache sounds. I'd run away from you, if it helps; I can't look at you anymore, or rather, i don't have the courage too. Everytime I get through a day feeling strong like I've the strength to let you go, one gaze from you can bring me back to reality.
I'm sorry for being like this, or for causing you disappointment, or for being a burden, or for being too clingy. I'm not sure what I've been to you, but at least I hope, I gave you happiness while it lasted.
I can't say I'd stop liking you, because I won't. You'd still be that silly perfect person I'd compare (evilly) to every other guy; because you really are perfect, to me.
To you, I like you, and I promise I'd let you know some day.
the time is 5:40 AM
You'd probably never ever going to see this, but it doesn't really matter.
Because you, have driven me to a point of no return;
And writing this might not have a single effect on you, but it might make me feel lighter.
To you;
From the moment you placed your arms around me, you've taken a toll on my life. Suddenly, all I ever did was consisting of incessant train of thoughts of you. Whether it was your voice, your touch, your gaze. You have the right to call me silly, because no one has ever had such an effect in my life before. And knowing that from now on, I've to let you go because I know that I don't own you, hurts. Much more than a someone twisting back my ankle over again.
It's because everytime I see you around, I've to wear a mask, like I don't care. Or to avoid your gaze, and to stare at you from the corner of my eye. It's so difficult to smile at you like everything's normal, because I know it's not. It's as if a smile could bring false hopes to me. I'm nonplussed; you've made me think we could actually start something beautiful together, and the next moment, that all you want to do is to push me out of your life. This might sound too aggressive, but please tell me what you want out of me. If you never ever want to get too close to me, then just be my friend, but don't push me out, don't push me.
I'd never know why your friend did what he did, or what exactly happened that fateful moment, but the knowledge of the true reason doesn't matter now, anyway. But you can be assured that for that moment, you provided me with the reason to fly, and to fall back down to Earth again, in the same second.
But you'd probably be rest assured that with every presence you give in campus, just remember that someone is trying her best not to hear that shrill sharp noise an ache sounds. I'd run away from you, if it helps; I can't look at you anymore, or rather, i don't have the courage too. Everytime I get through a day feeling strong like I've the strength to let you go, one gaze from you can bring me back to reality.
I'm sorry for being like this, or for causing you disappointment, or for being a burden, or for being too clingy. I'm not sure what I've been to you, but at least I hope, I gave you happiness while it lasted.
I can't say I'd stop liking you, because I won't. You'd still be that silly perfect person I'd compare (evilly) to every other guy; because you really are perfect, to me.
To you, I like you, and I promise I'd let you know some day.
the time is 5:40 AM