i dont understand how you run your life. maybe i do, but i have a different interpretation.

i wanted to say, i’m glad i met someone like you. someone i could be aware of and not fall for. someone that i can have only as a friend, or someone i know. someone i can just say that “hi-hello-goodbye” converstation with. someone that i may have care for but not anymore.

J.E.F. are his initials. he was my special someone. well, happened to be.

a hoe in the male version. someone i always call “gay”. someone i showed too much care for but ended up rejected coz he knows all that.

honey, there are some things you should know about me. and these are the following:

i care for people i know and i dont know, friend or not friend. i care too much.

i treasure every moment i have with anyone.

i want to spend that much time, as much as possible with a special someone.

i somewhat somehow fall for things easily. i’m sorta gullible.

i dont know why, but everytime i ask you to chill, you flop for some valid reason. it’s understandable. you just met me like a month ago, why would i make efforts of having a fight with you when we dont even know each other that well. we met through a party, a farewell party to be exact, started talking since then, and started chilling, which happened twice.

dont get me wrong dear, i’m really glad i knew you. it’s just that, i turn to like you.

it’s hard for me after that party, we started talking so much by text and i got used to it. like, no time during the day or night that we’re not talking by text. even when we’re both at work, at dance practice, or at parties, we still talk. became open to each other and all that. i miss it. :(

i miss you.

2 october 2010 was scotiabank nuit blanche 2010. that night that i talked to you on msn and mentioned that i took my time walking outside my apartment under the cold, i told you nothing but i was talking my time thinking about you. i’m sorry, i’m just that into you. it might not make sense, but here’s what i thought of..

the worst thing of falling for a person i barely dont even know is trying to figure out what he feels about me. i wanted to chill with you so i can tell you how i feel, and know what you feel and think about me. i’m that curious. i’ll take in what you think, good or bad. i just want to know. it pissed me off, and still does when you flop, later on i just let it go – what does it if i just keep it in right? i dont want to assume anything in general, yes i know i did in some point and i’m sorry.

for some reason, i hated myself when you bitched at me about your hair. i dont wanna go back to that.

you have so much things to think about than me. i understand.

you have much better things to do – parties, chills with old & new friends, school, work - than chill me with. i understand.

i’ll end it here. i miss you. and i’m sorry.

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