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[Mar 25 2007 11:56am] |
For that moment where I (almost) spilled my heart out about you to you, (ironic I know, but I can't help it) I realise miss your presence for real as predictably as you ask me "When are you coming back?" in your joking manner, I don't blame anyone. There is no doubt that I will trust you even as you will break me over and over, leaving me to ponder the self-doubting questions that have arisen from the depth of my consciousness.
"Maybe end of the year." "Really? We should meet up or something... And I'll personally plan it."
I cannot help but smile at the fact that you still linger around your humour.
"I'd doubt you'll do that. You're just poking fun at me right? I don't know whether if I'm supposed to believe you."
I laugh within myself.
"Trust me."
Two words can break a world so much. As much as glass can cut my finger.
"I'll try to."
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[Mar 24 2007 11:44pm] |
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You could destroy me completely, corroding my soul till you reach the seams and I would still hold on.
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| oh love. |
[Mar 20 2007 6:54pm] |
I am infatuated with online catalogues. I wouldn't call it love because it most probably will be a temporary thing, but currently I am hooked on them. They are so fucking amazing.
Flipping through every heavenly page gawking like an idiot who hasn't seen the sky before and promising myself to become a very, very, very, (trust me, very) rich person in my future. That, or win the lottery.
:)
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| murky. |
[Feb 20 2007 10:24pm] |
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I love you till it makes me sick.
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