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the.girl


Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
i wasn't stoning.
it was just an excuse for not wanting you to see through my feelings.
what ran in my mind was disappointment and at the same time reminiscing the times we spent together like tonight, where you're just sitting right here beside me.
you changed my contact name.
but "dear" has never changed all the while even after we broke.
the reason why i kept the name is because i'm begging for the slightest hope that one day hopefully things could change.
i wish for hope.
but not too much either 'cause i fear.
fear for that simple phone call that says "lets be friends"

i know that i'm going to be sick this holiday.
started having symptoms of cold since yesterday.
i told you i was very cold.
yes, i was shivering in the bus, beside you.
thought you could actually firmly hold my hands to keep them warm.
or perhaps a sweet embrace will be better.
from then on, i figure out what's on your mind.
we are just friends.
but,
i don't want just that.

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