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Tuesday, December 2, 2008, 9:18 PM
as much as i don't want to post, it's too much to bear within.
the pain lingers around, refusing to leave as much as i try.

i'm not as strong as you think.
i'm fragile, too fragile because you've become part of me.
now when you're not around, it's too painful.
it kills.

you think this is hard, you do not know you making it even harder by doing this.
i realised i've been hard too, but is it hard to forget it this once? when i'm willing to never raise it up again. why not just talk this out. doesn't every relationship has its own ups and downs?

am i like any other girl, who's too possessive, who tells you can't do this and that, who wants you just to herself? am that irrational for you to dread this relationship?

do i make your life that miserable, i try to accommodate much as i can.
but you fail to realise, i'm a normal girl, a normal human being. i too have my own needs and desires. i too want to spend sometime with you, i too want to share the love.

i hardly have one quarter of the time you spend with your friends, and no, i don't make it an issue, do i? aren't i still happy the way that things are? and just cause, i wasn't able to bottle up my feelings for once and i exploded.. and you leave me in pain.

yes, i said leave, you too have told me that once? and i didn't blow it up. i assured you i wouldn't leave at any cost.

i know, you're delicate.

as much as i try to understand you, ask yourself if you do?
i don't need you to change for me. i don't need you to give in to me.

the agony of waiting by the phone, staring at it all day long.
hoping for a single message. it's too much.


you've never been this way with any other girl. and i've never been this way with any other guy.
i've never cried this much, i've never waited this much, i've never been this patient. and i don't regret a single bit being this way for the person i love.

i still love you.







she can't think straight.