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"A special smile. A special face. A special someone I can't replace. A love so true. A love so deep. You're the one I chose to keep."


Tuesday, 3 May 2011

In the end, it's gonna be the memories that kill me.


I made this personal blog, for the emotions I'll be going through throughout the relationship.
160420111753 was the date when we got together. At first, it was merely a game. So many people fell for it, I found it hilarious. So did you, I think. We hung out after school and before, you helped me with my Mathematics, I wrote your after-school timetable for you, and I really took you for a real boyfriend. Then, we soon got together for real, and went out on 240411. You put your hand across to my right arm and held me close, like we were a real couple, in the cinema. We held hands, and you nearly pecked me on the cheek, I think. We did talk to each other, too. And on 290411, you came down to Toa Payoh Lorong 4 and visited me. That day, we hugged and I pecked you on the cheek. That night, you sent me this: "I want to be in the same place where anyone had occupied your heart. But this time, baby, I want to stay. I love you." I cried the very next morning, when I saw that text. And, just yesterday, we kissed. It was my first. I thought I could trust you with my heart, and I literally would have given you my all. But, instead, here you are, not texting me. I'm in the wrong, I know, but I don't know what I can do to make up for it.. I really feel like crying right now. Please, just a text. Even if just a text that says, "Okay." or "Ok.", I'd be happy and contented enough. At least I'd know that you're there. I really don't know what to do. How long can we last? 13 more days, to our first monthsary. FIRST. But, can we make it? I don't know.

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