hero/heroine

Boy: Would you stil love me in the morning?

Girl: Forever and ever babe.

i'm sorry that i refuse to see pass through everything.

i'm sorry to know that you were just a friend.

:'(

inevitable decay of that fair weathered love

i still remember when we hung out together, we enjoyed playful verbal banter, we were tender. But those gushing sentiments that we spoke off to each other, did we regret?
The seasons pass so fast, the blooms faded, and natyre took its course of inevitable decay, and without argument or discussion, we started to neglect each other. Somehow we got back to where we were, where we stare at each other from the other room.

But i ask myself now: Was there ever a true great love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections? I don't think so. In part, this was my fault. Maybe it was my nature, i suppose. I could not let myself become that great mindful.

But isn't that what love is-losing your mind?

You don't care what people will think. You don't see your beloved's faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelesness, the occasional streak of meaness. You don't mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally,financially and morally. Ok i think that's the worst- deficient morals.

reaching out for you

Good Golly God.





how come i feel miserable? And that i actually feel good being miserable. How weird isit and why is it coming from you boy?





Can i say that i like you? or would you run away?

i feel so blind, but i'm desperately reaching out for you still.

my paper heart will rip

It's good to be in love, it really does suit you. I'm happy you're in love.

Kids. I would like to say hello. I've done a very very very bad thing over the past few months, and i caused people to get hurt. WELL that's only one person though, but still, that was no excuse for me to go around hurting people. But I was honest, and i told him the truth. And now i'm very very very sorry. But that pain will sink in, maybe he can bury it and never let it grow. But if he waters it with his thoughts, i'm afraid it will grow and sprout into a weed.

Well on my way back home from city hall, i thought about a situation that i'm currently in. What if i said that nothing was ever real, and that i was just out there to test myself? I think i would have come back a soldier with a white flag. To come to think of it, what if i choose the other latter? I'd have left the fray for the latter. But on the contrary, think of it this way, doesn't everybody deserve to be happy? Well, i guess it's uncertain for sure, but would any of you of my dear friends and readers kill me if i say i'd like to jump in and find out what i might never know?

just go ahead.

KILL ME. :]

oh heart, what should we ever do with you?

ZOMG.

school is giving me eyeeeeeebags.

will we be ready?

life can be a real whore.

um acs barker carnival was kinda a letdown. But company was all good. Outing with new found friend, Reza was pretty wild and hilarious. Waiting for Syamil was like waiting for Hadi to come down from Tampines to Town. Oh wells, i can't wait to see his ass getting screwed real bad. Twice. (:Revenge is yet bitter sweet. Big time argument happend at home, momma and poppa are both another bitch.
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To: My love

I have got to say this. I don't know if we weren't ready for anything. However we both jumped at the chance to it and grab it. But now I have doubts. Were we ever ready? I ask some good confidents whom I know have my interest at heart, they told me, that I maybe right. We were all to fast? Or was i just too desperate to be happy? Love can be an obsession to many. For me it's essential, but not an obsession. But I need you to be on the same pace, wavelength, side, wind, ramp with me. Cause the way I see it, we're both at different ramps. I don't even know if i'll ever get to reach you.

from,
your love, erika.