More hits in the history than to my own prove blog. Not many more tears than earlier, no, not at all. All I can do now is muse, marvel myself into thoughts about us, throw away all the anger, all the rage and just let it be, let my inner intangible fibres go to you. Ur gon' remember. Couldn't d much about it, couldn't restrain m'self. Am sure ur gon fall in love with it again though. Sometimes I get the feeling, I am stealing your time. On the other hand, it's my acheivements, my passions and versatile skills that I reckon I can do so no matter the robbed lot. I'mm doing best at the varisty for you, my lovely! It was never in my desires to make you sad nor to act shady against you. Reading your blog although these are not your txts I'm trying to grasp the message you wanted to convey. Looking at your pictures. I'm not going to pay attention to anything that surrounds us. I can remember you telling me about one entire night you spent listening to the song. Can I claim it to be ours? Nothing pathetic in it, hope so. The moments, the time spent with you in the past, it was so exceptional, so unusual and I do not heitate to say it, it was unknown to me in that I've never expereienced so much warmth, tenderness and cordiality from a person. I do wish I could, we could come back to that time for the mere sake of feeling it. Let the shiver rule my skin. Yes, and I can still recall one of my dreams I had about you at the time we were not even talkiing with each other. You were so sweet in conquering me! I adored the way you stalked me as well as I fancied your devotion in the so early stage. You were round for me everywhere, everytime I needed somebody. The somebody-turned-you inevitably, for you were such a charming handsome bachelor.You were always there. When I succeeded, when I failed, when I had moments of glory, when I was a misery guts. You were always close watvhing, looking at and after me. I could always rely on you. So beautiful. I don't mean I wish you were like you used to be again, cos what I want to be is us, is you to be with me not auto-destroying yourself, not doing any damage to your feelings and/or your personality, your inner side, cos I do harbour the feeling towards you. I do. I have not and am not intending to waste the time on staring at other people's do's&don'ts. As you said, am gonna grab your hand and walk, walk with you the path till the ned of our lives. I want you to know that I have my sincere interest in you, that I am always round for you, there's nothing like me being uninterested in what's going in your life. I would really like you to know that there's no such thing so as to keep in secret from me. I'm here to listen. BUT. 20th NOvember, I surmise it all started then. Your change I'm not glad of at all. DO try. do, do, do.... There's only a glimpse of the old you. Just like in the picture.
Who would have ever thought about it? Me? No, that's impossible. All, ruled out the possibility. Her? With her mind, with her achievements, with all she has in mind? No, never, undeniably, undisputably, never. I would like to say then, a 4-letter wordie to you all, nonetheless, my savoir vivre, courtesy and aspirations for the furure do unable me to do so. So easy now for me to say "You think you know me?". Not often, have I heard of anybody who'd went on proclaiming that a wise man is lucky. What I heard of, however, is that those who are less than that, do have it in quantities unimaginable even for the greatest minds, for it's enough for the former to use the sage's capabilities,luck is of no use then. As the latter have not been equipped with the source whatsoever, their success is ascribed to the most profoundly superstitioned noun. Back to the core, it emerges that you haven't had the opportunity to fall into neither of these categories. Stop thinking in this bricky bracky wacky way. When I don't give a ... at the varsity, it transcendents itself as being damageable in effects. Sh**, hell with all of that, I don't care about it as much as you think I do.
