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The Irony Of Love
I read through all my previous posts and i realised that i've said so many "a part of me..." that it's starting to sound schizophrenic. Whatever la, that's how i really feel sometimes - a part of me here and a part of me there...
Read Teddy's blog and i must say he can write pretty darn well. But it was sad, and i can feel every thing he is saying, because i am feeling that way too.
Teddy: Call me and talk to me if u need to ok? i'll be there. And feel free to cry in front of me, i will try my best to make it all bearable. How, i dunno, but i will try.
In a way, i feel like i've somewhat gotten over him. Thats not to say that my heart doesnt skip a beat when i see him, or that i've stopped stealing glances of him during lectures. No, it just feels as though i've resigned to my fate, like some part in me is saying "its no use anymore. Stop wishing Gerald, you noe its never goin to come true again."
Well, perhaps. Then again, perhaps not.
"I Will Love You Anyways, Even If Its A Lonely Fight."
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