.Wednesday, April 11, 2012 ' 2:43 PM
People call it jealousy,
i call it fear-of-losing-you.
i call it fear-of-losing-you.
last photo, we haven really got a nice photo yet and yeah its all ended.
yes your smile. I know it will still hang it on your face.
from what i see what had happened between us it doesn't seems to affect you at all.
i just want to know the real reason like how did your feeling fade, don't know is not an answer.
we even planned to have our holidays at genting, i'm so looking forward to it.
and this is the outcome, i tried to pull back everything back but it's not going to help.
you used to love me so much, why did it changed. I've so many why inside me.
but i don't think it still help after knowing it, you've already given up both of us totally.
at least i know i've tired my best, all the best to you.
this is all i can only say, we're friend. Probably just status as friend.
i don't think we will meet up and hang around or so, probably you can't face me.
but to me over is over, friend definitely not a problem. If i can, why can't you.
seeing you still living happily without me, i guess all this while i'm just a burden to you.
still thanks for treating me so good, friend surrounded me all know how much i praised you.
texted a few text with you, i understand everything.
not a bit of feeling left for me. I really don't understand why.
is like i'm killed but i don't know what's the reason.
i read back all those anniversary text you sent me.
i realize all doesn't go according as what you said.
i'm not gonna text you myself anymore, might be a disturbance to you.
i only know your true color now, but i don't regret.
like what people said you're still young, playful. I totally understand now.
throwing me back to the sea after saving me up. It's okay! All over.
and now we're no longer related, you won't even bother to read my blog too.
anyway my purpose for writing this post isn't for you to read.
is for myself to read when i move on to the future.
all these are memories, well okay. That's all.
most girls want a guy who would hold an umbrella over their head
& carry them over puddles.
i want a guy who would steal my umbrella, jump in the puddles
just to splash me and kiss me before i could yell at him.
will you remember me
in ten years time?
a sense tells me that,
you've fallen with another girl.
