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GRISELDA JOHN PATRICK
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Saturday, February 03, 2007


okay so i kinda lost you about 5 months ago? it was my mistake, and now i want to have you back.
no one knows about this blog, which is a good thing see.

we didnt talk much in december and all. school reopened and many happened. so many.
happy and sad.
there were times where you just couldnt be bothered about me,
yet other times where you just did, making the first step.
coming to sit beside me during recess is something youve never done before. it was really shocking though when you sat beside me that day.
when you would ask me to help you bring stuff, and when you call out my name, and find me in the morning and all.its all amazing. ive never felt happier in my life.
thank you for lending me the shoes, the file the rubberband and so many.

but yet there were times when i couldnt believe that you did that to me.
when we were suppose to spend our recess together that day. you just kinda ditched me?
i felt fucking stupid. fuck lah i should have asked you to follow me. instead you just dissapeared after i put the pen at office.
you say youre straight. what im wondering is did all our memories just fade?
did it meant that you would give it all away just for you parents high hopes on you?
thats fucking irritating.

someone once asked me, why do you still care?
till now, i cant answer that.
maybe its cause i think that i cant find anyone else
maybe its cause im not trying hard enough to let go
maybe its cause of all the things you did for me, good or bad.
maybe its cause im afraid to give it all away, knowing memories will haunt forever.
maybe its cause i feel that we still have hope.

valentines is around the corner, im planning my speech already
ive planned the venue and about when.
we're going out on tuesday? to study.
i dont think i can but fuck
im just taking the opportunity to spend time with you,
to learn maths and to ask the valentine question.
maybe to give what i owe, a kiss.

my birthday wish, was you.
and i hope it comes true.

twenty-three rows behind you

1:04 PM