Saeng-il chukkahae, Sarang. posted at 6:49 PM
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Dear _____,
“I don’t know if this is right. I don’t even know if YOU are the one reading this; But let me get it straight. Happy Birthday. It’s silly how I just want to tell you a two-word greeting but I’m making this all lengthy. It’s silly how I can manage to send you this while I can’t say it to you directly, personally. But then again, it’s your special day so, Happy Birthday and good luck for later/tomorrow. >:)<”
The message above was sent to him this morning. I was waiting for a reply but I got nothing. I checked my phone every second to see if ever he responded, but no. I waited for nothing. It was so frustrating. I was so desperate. Then I thought he just changed his number. If he changed his number, then he wasn’t able to read it but why didn’t he tell me he changed his number? It is still very clear to me that the last message I received from him was a group message which says, “good luck”. That was before the 1st periodical examination last August. I even wonder why did I greet him on his birthday while he didn’t even greet me by any means when it was my birthday.
The power of love can really make you do the impossible. It makes you move mountains.
Until now, my heart is still crying. I don’t know but he’s like a lightning which strike me yet again. He’s that hard to forget. I’m so sensitive with issues about him. When he is linked to anyone, I look like I don’t care but I’m feeling bitter to the core. The reason why I’m still hurting up to now is how his feelings towards me changed s freaking fast. His summer statement can’t be erased from my system. Yes. He told me he liked me. I was doubtful at first, but I believed it. Now that he doesn’t show anything related to what he said, I just believe he was kidding; That it didn’t mean anything. That he fooled me. I was so stupid. But with all that happened, I’m here waiting for him to knock on my door. I’m still waiting for something magical to happen between us ‘cause he’s the only person who made me feel this way.
I don’t know if this is love… But it is surely not infatuation.
“Forgetting the feelings you have for someone is one of the things that could never be easy. After a long time of loving, here you are now… Trying to forget but still loving in silence.”
Written: 10.08.10
Labels: hurt, love
Saeng-il chukkahae, Sarang. posted at 6:49 PM
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Dear _____,
“I don’t know if this is right. I don’t even know if YOU are the one reading this; But let me get it straight. Happy Birthday. It’s silly how I just want to tell you a two-word greeting but I’m making this all lengthy. It’s silly how I can manage to send you this while I can’t say it to you directly, personally. But then again, it’s your special day so, Happy Birthday and good luck for later/tomorrow. >:)<”
The message above was sent to him this morning. I was waiting for a reply but I got nothing. I checked my phone every second to see if ever he responded, but no. I waited for nothing. It was so frustrating. I was so desperate. Then I thought he just changed his number. If he changed his number, then he wasn’t able to read it but why didn’t he tell me he changed his number? It is still very clear to me that the last message I received from him was a group message which says, “good luck”. That was before the 1st periodical examination last August. I even wonder why did I greet him on his birthday while he didn’t even greet me by any means when it was my birthday.
The power of love can really make you do the impossible. It makes you move mountains.
Until now, my heart is still crying. I don’t know but he’s like a lightning which strike me yet again. He’s that hard to forget. I’m so sensitive with issues about him. When he is linked to anyone, I look like I don’t care but I’m feeling bitter to the core. The reason why I’m still hurting up to now is how his feelings towards me changed s freaking fast. His summer statement can’t be erased from my system. Yes. He told me he liked me. I was doubtful at first, but I believed it. Now that he doesn’t show anything related to what he said, I just believe he was kidding; That it didn’t mean anything. That he fooled me. I was so stupid. But with all that happened, I’m here waiting for him to knock on my door. I’m still waiting for something magical to happen between us ‘cause he’s the only person who made me feel this way.
I don’t know if this is love… But it is surely not infatuation.
“Forgetting the feelings you have for someone is one of the things that could never be easy. After a long time of loving, here you are now… Trying to forget but still loving in silence.”
Written: 10.08.10
Labels: hurt, love
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