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the best thing about me is you. ♥
Friday, March 11, 2011
{ 5:04 AM }
- Boy: I miss you.
- Girl: And so?
- Boy: I really did.
- Girl: K.
- Boy: I'm sorry.
- Girl: What for?
- Boy: For ignoring your efforts to communicate with me.
- Girl: Its OK. I got used to it, then I got tired, so I stopped trying and started forgetting.
- Boy: I..
- Boy: I...tried to forget about you, you see.
- Girl: ....
- Boy: Cause it tore me apart that we can never be...
- Girl: its OK.
- Boy: Why is it so OK?
- Girl: I got used to days hoping you'd be back, but then you never did. I started facing reality, and started to get a move on.
- Boy: Wait...am I too late?
- Girl: Too late for what?
- Boy: To court you?
- Girl: You know, I've always wanted to hear that from you. Back then, a year ago. But...I got used to only wishing for it..then realized it would never happen, so I stopped hoping.
- Boy: I'm really sorry, but dont worry, this time, I will make your wishes come true.
- Girl: Its my turn to say sorry. Time got into me. You've broken my heart already. I cant risk experiencing that again. :/ Thank you anyway. For communicating with me after a year of silence.
