i dont know why but suddenly i'm in the mood to write plus it's been a long time since i post anything serious here so it's gonna be a post straight from the heart. dont bother to read it if you're not interested with what happenned with me and my life.
love love love. once i gave up searching for the God knows who. i simply live by "he's out there, just being with the wrong girls". to me life is absolutely fine without a guy declaring himself as my boyfriend. sometimes i love being single because the idea of borderless flirting excites me.but hey, when you're all by yourself sometimes you'll feel the hollow spaces between you. you'll feel the urge to find someone to fill those spaces. and i think i've met mine. he's all fine, my type of guy. but realities are not all 'happily ever after' so yeah i guess i just have to deal with the fact that his affection is not only for me.
in fact if you want to be specific, i'm the one who is the meddler. it's everything but easy being the middle one. the one who can only see things but can't touch it. the one who is being neglected along the way. the one that always have to hide behind lies and pretention. yeah i might not know you long enough but i know the feeling we have for each other is mutual. and Heaven knows i don't want this to end but i cant afford the price of pretending anymore.
its irony how when you think you've met your match, the one you've been waiting for and he turns out to be someone else's boyfriend.
