and i'm reminded as to why.
i'm reminded as to hoping for what i probably cannot get. but still believing nevertheless. i miss those dubious looks you give me, and that ability you had of picking out things i didn't before know about myself. and i miss, i really do, your embrace. and how i didn't have to try to get, and keep your attention, because you were already paying it, full.
i'm reminded of that night at the shanghai restaurant, where i sat, tentative, stealing glances at your four guy friends, and wondered why on earth i insisted on coming for dinner with people i didn't know. but you sat next to me, and you let me tell you what you could and couldn't eat because you're sick. and you listened when i said you couldn't eat that sizhuan spicy noodle cos it'd stimulate your cough. some time during dinner, you turned towards me and made that face in the picture above, and you bit me lightly on my arm. and then i never forgot.
and there's just so many so many reasons as to why, despite time and all, i'm still here. and the fact that every time i look into the mirror and see that mole on my right cheek, i see you. well that didn't come out sounding very nice :P
but being me, i'm afraid. not of not getting what i want, but of thinking i saw something that was never there in the first place.
but yea, i don't love. i simply remember.
above all, i wish that you're having a good life, and that you'd always be making those silly faces you make. and that you'd always, naturally, be the life of the show.
i should probably privatize this blog so you wouldn't accidentally stumble upon this and label me a stalker. but whatever, it cannot get any worse than it already is.
and yay korea got in to the 16s :)
i'm reminded as to hoping for what i probably cannot get. but still believing nevertheless. i miss those dubious looks you give me, and that ability you had of picking out things i didn't before know about myself. and i miss, i really do, your embrace. and how i didn't have to try to get, and keep your attention, because you were already paying it, full.
i'm reminded of that night at the shanghai restaurant, where i sat, tentative, stealing glances at your four guy friends, and wondered why on earth i insisted on coming for dinner with people i didn't know. but you sat next to me, and you let me tell you what you could and couldn't eat because you're sick. and you listened when i said you couldn't eat that sizhuan spicy noodle cos it'd stimulate your cough. some time during dinner, you turned towards me and made that face in the picture above, and you bit me lightly on my arm. and then i never forgot.
and there's just so many so many reasons as to why, despite time and all, i'm still here. and the fact that every time i look into the mirror and see that mole on my right cheek, i see you. well that didn't come out sounding very nice :P
but being me, i'm afraid. not of not getting what i want, but of thinking i saw something that was never there in the first place.
but yea, i don't love. i simply remember.
above all, i wish that you're having a good life, and that you'd always be making those silly faces you make. and that you'd always, naturally, be the life of the show.
i should probably privatize this blog so you wouldn't accidentally stumble upon this and label me a stalker. but whatever, it cannot get any worse than it already is.
and yay korea got in to the 16s :)
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