My boyfriend has been secretly crushing on me since May 2007. He doesn't want to admit it, but I have proof... from his own blog. :) Sweet and stalker-ish. I'm keeping these for blackmailing purposes. Haha.
Posted on 19 May 2007
Iced Tea
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
She’s just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I’ve done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me
She puts the color inside of my world
She’s just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I’ve done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me
© 2003 John Mayer, Daughters
Posted on 26 October 2008
A professor of mine, one of the very few whom I admired throughout my college years, has reminded us a few times to take life a little more seriously. She said that life is not a game, neither is it a joke. That if we continue to see it as such, it would later turn out that life itself is the one that's going to play a joke on us.--------------------------
I've been reading her journal. The one that's supposed to spill a few of her secrets yet is on the public domain. Truth be told, it was an accident that led me to her writings. I would never have intended to read it had I known that it was not for my consumption.
Her words showed a side of her that I haven't really seen for the few years that we've known each other. Or maybe I just didn't know her as well as I think I did.
She is in love. In fact, so much in love.
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My soul does not know how to fight for what it feels -- for what it longs for. It is a knight without armor and it will remain as such until the summer heat begins to melt the coldness of its heart once again.
Posted on 12 November 2008
There are some things I wish I've learned directly from a person, said right in my face -- a far cry from learning these things through something written down in hypertext. There's nothing like witnessing uncompromising honesty, hearing the words I'd rather hear than overhear, and have the opportunity to express my own heartfelt relief in return. A relief from not having me guess -- from not letting you pick up pieces of somehow an unresolvable puzzle. After all, I'm not that sensitive.
There are some things I wish I've said directly in front of somebody. Even though it was killing me at the time, I still should have held back until it was the right time, should have waited until we were at the right moment. Even though it makes little difference to how the receiver feels about me, at least the hundred-night of constant well-wishing, passion, and suffering would have shown in my eyes. The shaking of my hands would have revealed how nervous I still can be from doing something I've rehearsed all my life. After all, she is worth it. She was worth it.
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