for you, boy. :
we may lose this love that we'd been having soon but as like words are still words, memories are still memories. i thank you for all that you'd given me. in this 8months, i am glad that i'd gave you my love. something to vindicate a claim, it was mostly of my fault on my part, that caused this relationship to fall asunder. so , im sorry boy. and just like any standard template, i'd wish that you will be able to find someone who will love you as much, or more than i'd loved you. this is for you-
I saw a familiar glow emitting from the darkened bedroom and noticed that the door was left ajar. I gingerly opened the door alittle more, easing myself into the room quietly and stealthily. I gazed at where the light was, noticing it was contained in by yet another silhouette of the boy I love. I tiptoed and caught a glimpse of the screen of my handphone, blurred. He was crying.
Pangs of guilt overwhlemed me as the messages, full of sweet nothings played across my mind. And now, this boy knows about the other boy that I thought I love. my heart squelched and tightened, washing me with asphyxiation. The room seem void of air and guilt surged through me. Paroxysms danced across my chest; my knees grew weak as I knelt behind him feebly. I threw my arms around his tiny waist, a minute size of my tremendous guilt escaped from my lips. I begged for forgiveness and the usual clinche " I can explain ". He shrugged me off, failing to muster any strength to push me away.
The room was of a dead silence. I could hear the stale air mocking in my ears. His sobs interrupted the silence occasionally and got more tense whenever I tried to speak. My mind fumbled to find something to say but words lost their sense of directions. Tears tumbled down my cheeks. "Sorry". but it came out like a puppy whining. A loud bang and then "bam" again, as i saw my phone being flung into the engulfing darkness of a lonely corner. He spun around, his angry fists unclenching. I felt his palms closed onto my arms in a vice-like grip, the stickiness from his sweat clung on to my bare flesh. Immense pain shot through me and I felt my arms bruising. But guilt and shame forced me not to retailate, not to shout nor struggle. I felt his weight on top of me as I fell onto the bed, His tears staining my nightgown and his breaths short and painful.
"Why are you doing this to me? " it was a question so light, so quiet that it flew off with the passing wind. Yet. I found no answer. This boy wants to tell me how much he loves me, his voice so,so sad that i heard my own heart breaking. I opened my mouth to speak as his teardrop landed on my tongue. It tasted so bitter, as bitter as how I had caused our relationship to become. Adrenaline surged through me as i felt a force gathering at the tip of my hand. Then, an invisible force propelled my hand up and forward, landing on his wet face witha stinging sharp smack.
His eyes widened with unprepared shock. In quick reflex, he lifted his hand, ready for a counter attack. but his love was quicker, tugging at his raised hand, compelling him to stop it. He then collapsed down onto the bed next to me, sobbing into the sheets. I felt angry. He has no reasons to be angry. It was that the other boy who has stolen my heart away from him. It was the fault of this boy, for leaving its cage open, poking it with sharp sticks, allowing it to fly away. I heaved my body weight against him, in a meek attempt to push him off the bed. But he did not budge the least. In fact, I found myself falling off the bed instead. It then struck me that our love was like the bed. I was the one pushing it off balance, only to be the one falling myself. I gave up, sauntered to the far side of the bed, rolled over and tried to sleep.
I had a terrible dream which jerked me out of my sleep. I felt his warm,small frame behind, his gentle arms over my body. His steady breathing, his snores, our bodies entwining, struck as an evocative nostalgia that stabbed my pining heart; the heart that was taken away by the other boy. At such a reminsc of such a love, my heart grew wings, desperately flying back to me. Moonlight streamed in like a magical stairway, pooling onto the bed like a halo of light. In the incandescent light, I saw the boy's face, swollen from crying, eyebrows wired into a frown. I kissed him.
Even if it's just one more night, I wanted to make it perfect. I kissed him again, nuzzling my way into his arms, found my sweet spot on his shoulder. I slipped my leg between his, pulling him closer. I sniffed his cheek, the familiar smell lingered in my mind. And in the moonlight, i thought i saw him smile.
I loved him.
&
Olevels are coming ;D im so excited. I'll be blogging lesser now, i'd decided to hit the books. be posting some pictures later on. got chio bu introzxz you. byebye.
we may lose this love that we'd been having soon but as like words are still words, memories are still memories. i thank you for all that you'd given me. in this 8months, i am glad that i'd gave you my love. something to vindicate a claim, it was mostly of my fault on my part, that caused this relationship to fall asunder. so , im sorry boy. and just like any standard template, i'd wish that you will be able to find someone who will love you as much, or more than i'd loved you. this is for you-
I saw a familiar glow emitting from the darkened bedroom and noticed that the door was left ajar. I gingerly opened the door alittle more, easing myself into the room quietly and stealthily. I gazed at where the light was, noticing it was contained in by yet another silhouette of the boy I love. I tiptoed and caught a glimpse of the screen of my handphone, blurred. He was crying.
Pangs of guilt overwhlemed me as the messages, full of sweet nothings played across my mind. And now, this boy knows about the other boy that I thought I love. my heart squelched and tightened, washing me with asphyxiation. The room seem void of air and guilt surged through me. Paroxysms danced across my chest; my knees grew weak as I knelt behind him feebly. I threw my arms around his tiny waist, a minute size of my tremendous guilt escaped from my lips. I begged for forgiveness and the usual clinche " I can explain ". He shrugged me off, failing to muster any strength to push me away.
The room was of a dead silence. I could hear the stale air mocking in my ears. His sobs interrupted the silence occasionally and got more tense whenever I tried to speak. My mind fumbled to find something to say but words lost their sense of directions. Tears tumbled down my cheeks. "Sorry". but it came out like a puppy whining. A loud bang and then "bam" again, as i saw my phone being flung into the engulfing darkness of a lonely corner. He spun around, his angry fists unclenching. I felt his palms closed onto my arms in a vice-like grip, the stickiness from his sweat clung on to my bare flesh. Immense pain shot through me and I felt my arms bruising. But guilt and shame forced me not to retailate, not to shout nor struggle. I felt his weight on top of me as I fell onto the bed, His tears staining my nightgown and his breaths short and painful.
"Why are you doing this to me? " it was a question so light, so quiet that it flew off with the passing wind. Yet. I found no answer. This boy wants to tell me how much he loves me, his voice so,so sad that i heard my own heart breaking. I opened my mouth to speak as his teardrop landed on my tongue. It tasted so bitter, as bitter as how I had caused our relationship to become. Adrenaline surged through me as i felt a force gathering at the tip of my hand. Then, an invisible force propelled my hand up and forward, landing on his wet face witha stinging sharp smack.
His eyes widened with unprepared shock. In quick reflex, he lifted his hand, ready for a counter attack. but his love was quicker, tugging at his raised hand, compelling him to stop it. He then collapsed down onto the bed next to me, sobbing into the sheets. I felt angry. He has no reasons to be angry. It was that the other boy who has stolen my heart away from him. It was the fault of this boy, for leaving its cage open, poking it with sharp sticks, allowing it to fly away. I heaved my body weight against him, in a meek attempt to push him off the bed. But he did not budge the least. In fact, I found myself falling off the bed instead. It then struck me that our love was like the bed. I was the one pushing it off balance, only to be the one falling myself. I gave up, sauntered to the far side of the bed, rolled over and tried to sleep.
I had a terrible dream which jerked me out of my sleep. I felt his warm,small frame behind, his gentle arms over my body. His steady breathing, his snores, our bodies entwining, struck as an evocative nostalgia that stabbed my pining heart; the heart that was taken away by the other boy. At such a reminsc of such a love, my heart grew wings, desperately flying back to me. Moonlight streamed in like a magical stairway, pooling onto the bed like a halo of light. In the incandescent light, I saw the boy's face, swollen from crying, eyebrows wired into a frown. I kissed him.
Even if it's just one more night, I wanted to make it perfect. I kissed him again, nuzzling my way into his arms, found my sweet spot on his shoulder. I slipped my leg between his, pulling him closer. I sniffed his cheek, the familiar smell lingered in my mind. And in the moonlight, i thought i saw him smile.
I loved him.
&
Olevels are coming ;D im so excited. I'll be blogging lesser now, i'd decided to hit the books. be posting some pictures later on. got chio bu introzxz you. byebye.
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
yes i know ..
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
lol blog -_- about a rabbit okay :
yes i know ..
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
lol blog -_- about a rabbit okay :
rich people's bunny (expensive ones) sleep like this:
poor people's rabbits ( cheapo one like mine ) sleeps like this :
{ o.9% voir; _ your sultry eyes says:
FUCK CHIO
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
pity singapore dun hav cars like this
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
lol =(
{ o.9% voir; _ your sultry eyes says:
it is taken in sg
poor people's rabbits ( cheapo one like mine ) sleeps like this :{ o.9% voir; _ your sultry eyes says:
FUCK CHIO
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
pity singapore dun hav cars like this
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
lol =(
{ o.9% voir; _ your sultry eyes says:
it is taken in sg
P.S moron: BUY THIS. then all girls flock to you. even tim o;
