Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Once upon a time, I met you.
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.
— Bob Marley
I hope you didn't screw up today during the Audition, I hope you did well and did your best and will be performing on Teacher's Day. I hope for the best, for you. And I still secretly hope that someday, we'd be together again. Because right now, these days without you have been continuous torture, and I can't stand the pain. I've been laughing over things that have been senseless and forced myself to continuously laugh non-stop until my cheeks hurt so bad, but it didn't help. I still felt alone even when I was with Patrine, SingYing, Winny and YingLing. Even if I was flirting with the guys of my class, even if I was talking to your friends like Azmi and Jiawei, I couldn't help but go to your page. I can't stand it anymore..
Because even if you tell me, "There are a lot of guys for you, I'm sure there are lots of them better than me.", I wouldn't believe a word of it. Because I was bent and am still bent on believing that you were the one who treated me best. To tell you the truth, I don't know why either, why I chose you. I knew of your past with that girl, I knew of your personality and how you were, but I just did. I don't know why. I just do.. I'm sorry but.., I guess I've enclosed myself, forbidden any other men to come that close as you did, anymore. Even if I do think of a new guy at times, nothing kills me more than thinking of you because you're the one I miss and always will miss. There's no other guy out there, in this school, that can beat you, and that, I swear. And I don't know what to do anymore, what to say, what to think, what to do.
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