Even though I’ve seen you only twice, even though I never felt the warmth of your hugs nor have the fact that we held hands sank it to me. You still managed to befriend me in that kind of way and I still managed to feel something. Throughout all the times I woke up early (and slept early just to sleep when you are also about to), talking to only you. I miss how I do those with and just for you. I miss the moments I hold my cellphone—aside from the school-related org stuff—it is you and only you I text and reply to. I very much dislike the fact that not only work has kept us apart, it’s that we barely, or not at all, communicate anymore. And today I realized, I miss you.
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Quiero amarte pero no sé si debo.
All the words here sum up to the phrase above. So don’t fret. You know how simple it is. I like you. In somewhat a more special way. (072109)
IF SO EVER QUITE AN IMPOSSIBLE THING SUCH AS YOU FEELING THAT YOU ARE UNLOVED HAPPENS, YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ THROUGH THE FEW PAGES OF THIS ACCOUNT. I MUST SAY, YOU WERE ONCE SO SPECIAL TO ME. MORE THAN I EVER SAID, MORE THAN I EVER SHOWED YOU. (080109)
As you see, I told you about this site just now. Now that I'm done posting things here. The reason, I myself do not know. All I know is that you mean (or meant) to me wayyy more than you should.
I will always be around for you, and you know it. :)
- R.
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