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Saturday, September 04, 2010
a simple story ♥ 3:55 PM

I haven't blog for ages.
Busy with work?
Not really.
This year had been an emotional year for me.
For this little secret within me.
No one except my net friends have heard of this secret of mine.
Something that has been for years.
Something about me that I refuse to face.
For me, I've decided to come clean with it.
I wish it would not bother me so much.
Too much tears had been shed.
The cause of me being emo which people are puzzled about.
The reason why I would cry almost everytime I sang that particular song.


I knew E when I was 7.
Basically, we grew up together and his sister was my sister's classmate.
However, it was only when we were 11 and 12, then we grew closer.
Days were spent going home together, doing homework at his house or playing there.
I've always remembered how his house looks like till now.
The family love for animals.
Afternoon can be spent doing nothing as his place as he's always left alone at home.
Even if I'm not at his place, we would be on the phone.
Things were simple back then.
Till I realized that I like him.
I don't know why I have the courage to let him know that.
I literally told him that I like him.
Nothing went wrong in the process.
Except that he did not reply but we were still getting along.
I was satisfied with the way things were.
Until when we finished PSLE or somewhere along there.
All he did was ignored me.
For whatever reason, I never knew.
Cards written addressed to him never got any reply.
When he saw me, he would pretend that we don't know each other.
I'm curious about what happened that changed things.
I'm curious about his life when I'm not with him.


ALthough I cannot remember what characteristics of him that attracted me.
But I remembered that I like him.
And I STILL DO.
I always think that maybe I'm just 不甘愿.
But I don't think that can remind me of him for all this years.
I might have liked other people along the way, but none the same way as him.
I still see his parents very often.
They were still nice to me except for the fact that their son treat me as transparent.
I still like him which I don't know why.
I'm reminded of him too often this year.
It's getting abit out of hand.
I get heartache whenever I saw him.
I would pretend I'm fine till I hid behind close doors and cry.
Nobody knows.
I never intended for anyone to know.
But I want to get rid of this feeling.
I want to stop liking him.
I want to stop thinking about him all the time again and again.
I just want to know he's well.
I know it's silly of me to be "waiting" for him.
But I just can't help the way I feel.
I miss him.
I l........ him