Dont promise me.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

♥ Dearest SB,
You dont know how much I miss talking on the fone for long hours with you.
Cause each time I talk to you, you make me forget all my problems & you drive all my sorrows away.
You don't know how much I enjoyed the way you look at me until I blushed and asked why you're doing so.
You don't know how much I enjoyed the way you look at me then claim I'm very the "ngada-ngada" for no reason.
You don't know how berdegap-degup I felt when I was supposed to pick you up and meet you. Cause it was the first time I'm meeting you after such a long time.
You don't know how happy my heart was the moment I saw you, realising how much I missed you.
You don't know how happy I felt when you was able to make it for 17/11.
You don't know how overjoyed my heart was having you there right in front of my eyes.
You don't know how much I enjoyed the way you held my hand so tightly.
You don't know how much I appreciate the fact that you're willing to hold my fone for me without complains even if that means you have to hold two fones in one hand.
You don't know how much I like the way you asked me to take good care of myself before you go off to fulfill your duties.
You don't know how much I loved the way you thanked me for sending you off.
And then again you don't know how much I hate having to slowly let go of all this memories with no new ones to hold on to.
You don't know how disappointed I was when you couldnt make it for 05/12, even if its because of a reasonable excuse.
You don't know how much this 3-msg-convo we have is hurting me deep inside.
You don't know how much I hate this cold treatment that I'm receiving especially because I have no idea why I deserved them.
You don't know how much I wish I could press the rewind and stop button, turning back time into when I'm with you.
You don't know how much I'm dying to have the old you back.
You don't know how much I'm missing you.
And you don't know that all this has made me realise how much you meant to me.
And again you don't know how afraid I am of being so greatky obsessed about you that I can't move on.
And you don't know how much I hate this whole fcuking mess I get myself into.
You don't know. No, you don't.

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11:31 PM much loves&kisses