Sunday, May 30, 2010

Things did happen.

Remember I'd told you that I'll try to resign to the fact that everything is wayy different now -oh well, you got what I mean, don't you letter with-three-straight-lines? To be honest, I can't. I simply can't. It is just wayy difficult for me to do so. Everything that I did reminds me of you. Sounds silly -I knw. But, it happens almost all the time. Pathetic, isn't it?

Despite of still being crossed at you, I threw my ego far away to say to the letter, I am terribly SORRY. Okay? It hurts me every minute, you know. I don't know what else to say. I don't know what is your desire. Well, you knew me pretty well, don't you? I just don't understand why can't you stand my tantrums while I am being the only one who is trying to...well.....to accept you as who you are, to stand with all your doings. Frankly speaking, I have never felt like this before. Never. You knw why, don't you?

Letter yuu-noo-huu, you taught me how to smile. You taught me how to live, how it feels like when you know someone is there beside to hold you. And, at the same time, you make me grieve. You taught me how to laugh but yet, you too, are the one who makes me cry. You knew my days wouldn't be complete without you, eh? You knew I love this song : 'you're my sunshine' because you -used to be- , my sunshine. It has been the hardest word ever to utter, doesn't it? Especially when it is being told publicly. Well, at least to me. But, I swear, this time round, I no longer want things to tangle in any way that makes it harder to untie it.

Lemme tell you something, there is one pain I often feel which you will never know because it is caused by the absence of you. Anyway, even though you were being as silent as a log, thank you for letting me know that I am still bugging your mind. *yuu-noo-huu, you knw that three-word means everything, right? so, I am whispering the three-word to you. do you hear it? it's from the bottom of my heart*


truly, sh.

p/s: getting involved in some things changes you into someone different.
pp/s: in fact, it makes you lose your 'absofu***ing me-time'