Love is more than hugs and kisses, love is about trusting each other, and having faith in your relationship. - Marcus.
Honestly, I've no clue why people who are in relationships always tend to quarrel. What's so good about quarreling? The fact that you guys shout at each other and sometimes even turn physical, and end up having cold wars until someone gives in and apologizes? Sometimes, they wouldn't even give in, and they'd just say, "Let's break up." as simple as that. But when I think in their shoes, I get really envious. Because I know, the opposition who would give in and apologize first, obviously proves that he/she loves you enough to want you back. I get really envious of that.
It's my secret, and sometimes I wish I had quarreled with someone once in a while, though not overboard. So that he could apologize and say those really sweet stuffs. I don't know why but I'm like that. :/ But I doubt anyone would do it. And that just makes me all the more, afraid of quarreling because I'm afraid that they didn't love me enough to apologize and give in. I've tried and tried to get over you but honestly, I can't. People tell me that you're not worth it. Ingrid told me that, "it's hard but you have to do it." My friends pull me away when they know I'm thinking of you and that I'm looking for you. They'd shove me into places such as the classroom, or away from wherever you were.
I'm really worried that you don't get your sleep recently, that you don't do well in your studies lately. I'm afraid that you can't concentrate and screw up really often because of the turn of things that happen often. But then again, you look fine. Maybe you're really fine, maybe it's just me over-thinking. Maybe, you don't even care. But I just hope you'd look at my blog, all these posts, once in a while. And if you do, I just secretly carry that glimmer of hope that we'd be together again. And I'm trying to lie, and fake a smile, and tell everyone that I'm over you. But I know I can't. Guess I'll just have to try.
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