When I look back on, I wish I had talked and acted differently during those 9 days. There were a lot of times of the things I said, or the way I acted which made you feel uncomfortable and alien to you. Hence, I got the notion I wasn't the apple of your eyes. That I wasn't the girl you always hoped me to be.
That was the very first impression which I thought was the most critical in our first meeting. In a way, I might had let you down. If only I cared enough, if only I'd known how to act in front of you, how to react when you're hurt.
But I only stood there and watched you in pain, listening to your frustration and curse. Kept quiet.
Maybe you're disappointed of me.
I hope, in our next meeting, I'll be able to present myself openly and freely, inside out. I don't want to make you wonder and have second thought about me.
9 days wasn't enough for me. 9 days wasn't enough for me to know about you in depth. It wasn't enough for you to see my true self. Nothing in those 9 days were ever enough. If only we could spend more time together.
What is left only memories. Sweet and sour.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Live Through The Grapevine
This month I got a whole lot of distractions left and right, up and down, and still is. I started out pretty shaky in my first semester. Biological clock is a mess. Still in the process of how and where to place myself, what should I involve in, what kind of people ought and worth to meet. People gossip, I felt numb really, like my heart suddenly frozen into solid ice. They thought I didn't know, but I live through it since high school. I know myself better than anyone.
Though nothing bad, gossip is not always bad. But it quite controversial to me, of what people say. I know I didn't hurt anyone, and I don't, but my self image has present some kind of stereotypical thoughts.
Yes, I know it's something quite unusual. Very alien stuff.
I learn to live it and turn both ears deaf. Hardly allow it to shake me.
I guess this is how I learn to live. Day by day.
Though nothing bad, gossip is not always bad. But it quite controversial to me, of what people say. I know I didn't hurt anyone, and I don't, but my self image has present some kind of stereotypical thoughts.
Yes, I know it's something quite unusual. Very alien stuff.
I learn to live it and turn both ears deaf. Hardly allow it to shake me.
I guess this is how I learn to live. Day by day.
Monday, November 14, 2011
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