:: Thursday, July 28, 2005 ::

I want to tell you something, but I don't really know how.

I don't want to call, cause you might be busy.

It seems like I've been calling you a lot lately... I mean, like I'm afraid I'm calling too much, cause I think sometimes you are too busy to listen to me whine. And also, I don't really know how to put my words across sometimes.

But some stuff I need to ask you face to face, or at least talk to you about it. I don't think writing here really works. And ... I don't even know if you read here anymore. And I don't know what you're thinking cause, well, you don't really write anymore... So - what on earth, this might be an exercise in futility. I don't know.

But I have to say it.

I miss you. Sometimes I don't want to call you / ask you out / sms you cause I'm afraid I'm getting too clingy. Maybe I am. I don't know.

I want to say stuff to you, but sometimes I'm so afraid what will be the response I get so I don't say it at all.

So ya... I miss seeing you.

The response I'm afraid of getting? That you will be totally blase and unresponsive. I'm afraid I'll be the only one doing the missing, and you might be, in fact, alright with not having me around.

It's hard.

It's ironic, how it's the holidays for the both of us, yet I only get to see you only for a day. It's my fault though I guess, I should have cleared up one day so we can watch Sin City.

If you had wanted to spend Tuesday and Wednesday or even today and tomorrow together just hanging out anywhere, even at Serangoon and even if I had to sit there and watch you play basketball, I'd have been more than glad to go down after I'm done with all the stuff.

I hate playing games, and I promised myself not to do that anymore. So I guess I'll just say this straight out even it makes me sound pathetic as hell.

I miss you.
:: The Girl 8:11 AM [+] ::
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