4:36 AM
mmm..I miss him already. I miss the way his face feels like velvet to my fingers. his hair was fluffy and tame. i shiver whenever he puts his head against my back, or his hair to my chin or the back of my head. his hands were cold but had no trace of gloom. i'll see him someday. someday i can't wait for. and what's worse, i'm scared that we would belong to two different sections. that would make me break apart. i don't want to break apart. i love him. i love him a lot. though when i see him, i loathe him. he talks about stuff i don't want to hear. stuff that make me cry concealed. i can't even look at him straight in the eye. utterly. but i hope you know how much i love you. and that i really, really do.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
[myself] i am small. i am weak. i am sad. i am scared. i am naive. i do not know what i
am feeling but this isn't the first time i've loved somebody dearly. everyone
knows about my first love but i'm keeping this present love to myself...and only
myself.
[disclaimer] i am writing this because i am guilty of the pleasure of loving him. the beauty of love can be seen through anonymous eyes. that's why i am writing this, because when i read my entries, i feel like i am not the one who made this.