I’m a fool in love. Waiting to be loved.
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This post consists of secrets. So shhhhhh….
Ahh, I don’t remember when was the last time I felt like this. It’d seem like an eternity, waiting for my previous love to die and stop hurting me. I could only remember the bitter longing for him which in the end, bore no fruit. It was a sheer waste of time and energy. My one-sided love for oh NUTS tHAt GUY. In the end it gave me nothing. My grades were affected and I proudly shift the blame onto him. He wasted 4 months of my life.. Part of it was my fault because I couldn’t give it up when he went for another. That bloody handjob I never got to offer. Goodness gracious. How glad I am I didn’t fall into that monstrous trap of his.
Anyway the past belongs rightfully to the past. Sex was what he was all about. And sex I wasn’t.
It’s amazing how life brings you from one stage to another. Nothing really last forever.
And now, I’m in pain.
The pain of loving.
The pain of longing for someone who’s so perfect it’s impossible to get.
I don’t know what consequence this post would bring about. Rumours? Gossips? Perceptions? I hope nobody actually reads it really. And if you do read it, please kindly forget it and don’t remember any bits or pieces of my story. Because you don’t know nothing that happened to me.
I’m smitten with somebody.
I can’t spend a minute not thinking about somebody.
This is sheer pain.
I’d always dreaded this.
I’m in love.
And ironically
I hope it will end before new year.
My life doesn’t just revolve around guys.
It’s childish and stupid
and even I realise it.
No it won’t.
It won’t develop into anything much.
It’s puppy love. stupid puppy love you get me?
Filled with sheer admiration for another.
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I lie here in my evening gown
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Bees and Butterflies tickling my bones
*
Ahh, the sweet touch of Nature
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And I want more…
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More of your kindest love
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If only you could come right now and
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save me from this turmoil of bitter longing
http://boobshavefeelingstoo.wordpress.com/2008/12/15/i-have-a-secret-to-tell-you-strangers
z176742462
z173594236
This post consists of secrets. So shhhhhh….
Ahh, I don’t remember when was the last time I felt like this. It’d seem like an eternity, waiting for my previous love to die and stop hurting me. I could only remember the bitter longing for him which in the end, bore no fruit. It was a sheer waste of time and energy. My one-sided love for oh NUTS tHAt GUY. In the end it gave me nothing. My grades were affected and I proudly shift the blame onto him. He wasted 4 months of my life.. Part of it was my fault because I couldn’t give it up when he went for another. That bloody handjob I never got to offer. Goodness gracious. How glad I am I didn’t fall into that monstrous trap of his.
Anyway the past belongs rightfully to the past. Sex was what he was all about. And sex I wasn’t.
It’s amazing how life brings you from one stage to another. Nothing really last forever.
And now, I’m in pain.
The pain of loving.
The pain of longing for someone who’s so perfect it’s impossible to get.
I don’t know what consequence this post would bring about. Rumours? Gossips? Perceptions? I hope nobody actually reads it really. And if you do read it, please kindly forget it and don’t remember any bits or pieces of my story. Because you don’t know nothing that happened to me.
I’m smitten with somebody.
I can’t spend a minute not thinking about somebody.
This is sheer pain.
I’d always dreaded this.
I’m in love.
And ironically
I hope it will end before new year.
My life doesn’t just revolve around guys.
It’s childish and stupid
and even I realise it.
No it won’t.
It won’t develop into anything much.
It’s puppy love. stupid puppy love you get me?
Filled with sheer admiration for another.
m171188444
*
I lie here in my evening gown
*
Bees and Butterflies tickling my bones
*
Ahh, the sweet touch of Nature
*
And I want more…
*
More of your kindest love
*
If only you could come right now and
*
save me from this turmoil of bitter longing
