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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

♥ Fold up the dreams into a paper airplane and send it as a letter.





Do you know what girls want? We want real conversations and real love. We want cute dates together, nothing expensive, the truth is we only want to be with you. We want to hold hands and lie beneath the stars. We want to be able to say something stupid and not worry about it. We want a guy who will love us for nothing but being us plain & simple.


I believe that everyone, at some point, do find a balance in life. The ups and downs seem to have already been incorporated into everyday life, it takes something more dramatic to upset me majorly. I miss you once in awhile, or maybe more often than not. I can't help but think always about how deep down inside we're still kids with mouthfuls of pride. Pride that gets in the way, and how we're losing time being mad at each other. Then again, am I still pissed? I doubt so. I dreamt of you calling and us heading out for lunch just today. I woke up wishing it were true, knowing that if I did something, all would be fine again. Yet at the end of the day, we're just too proud to begin with.

Days like these, I appreciate the solitude that I get and I very much like to be alone at this kind of moments. Some people call this being emo, but I think that once in awhile we all need some alone time. I wish for more days like these.

Human behaviour, sometimes I wished I understood that better. I don't like you blowing hot and cold. It's okay to have other close friends, but most importantly never forget the ones whose lives you tried to enter previously. I'm not one to allow just anyone to be part of my life and share my problems with, so if you do get pass those high walls of mine, please know that it hurts me when you are blowing cold.

I don't know why that up till today I still do dream of you. Was it because there were too many fond memories together that sub-consciously my heart still do not want to let go of? I don't know either but I reckon that some day, someone will surpass all of what we had. Because life will only get better. Some day.

//P.S. Thank you for being there, even when I throw my temper tantrums. From getting all my cravings satisfied to cooking yummy food for me, and walking all over in search of lomo cameras.


unraveled @ 10:19 PM