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Monday, April 23, 2007
you've stabbed me so many times that i am numb now...my pain is too painful to be felt...my wound is too deep to be healed...i prayed hard that we will be in the same class...and true enough fate put us together...but you changed it...yup...i should be understanding because you said you couldnt cope with that tough subject...but isnt jap as hard as that?i really dont know why...but anyway whatever you did...its all your choice...i cant control...cant force you to do things thats against your will...
everything was just my wishful thinking...yup...i hope that we will be in the same class...i dont expect you to feel the same now...but i hope you do...
i saw you at the basketball court...you were so happy...at least you plastered a happy look on your face...i feel so happy for you because at least i knew you were happy...happy with your friends...maybe one day...you wont need me anymore...
the full page sms which we used to send becomes one short sentence...
the ball hit me...but you said nothing although my arm was red...only my friends asked if i was alright...
i know you are tired, confused...
what am i supposed to do?i saw friends in school...and they asked me where were you...i didnt know how to answer suddenly...i was stunned for that moment...
Rachael
