Skip to main content

by default, it was my fault. yes i agree that i stopped talking to you. no i'm not gonna cook up some sane explaination for that. i for some reason just didn't want to talk to you that fateful monday. we were getting close and comfortable. maybe too comfortable after only a month or even few weeks of friendship. but somehow i felt special with you. i felt different. like as though you were already a part of me. ya ya as cliche as it sounds but i can honestly say that was how i really felt. you were always there when i looked for you. and you made me feel very different than myself when i'm around you.


sorry. it was my fault. and now all i can feel everyday is regret. yes i miss you alot. you have no idea how much i miss you. i even dreamt of you in the theatre during that night. i dreamt that you fell asleep in my arms. but i woke up realising it was just my wish. my wish to have you back. i woke up that following day missing you so much that i almost teared. but i didn't. because my best 'sister' on earth told me that she is not worth my tears. if she is, she would not make me cry.


so i guess that's the end of our story. i have been leaving you texts and whatsapp messages but you wouldn't even lift your finger to reply. i guess it's really over. and now all that remains of us is strangers. thank you. for creating memories that i will never forget.


Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

36th Monthsary

It has been three years since 2012 and it's been nothing short of amazing. Sure there were times when we quarreled like small kids, got upset over even the smallest matter but i'm more proud to say we were always happy to be with each other. We protect each other like siblings and love each other like husband and wife. I'm just so glad that three years ago, we were brought together. No one would have imagined that an innocent outing such as house visiting during hari raya would turn out to be our meeting place. I would tell my children how i meet their mother and how powerful Allah is to show us to our fate and meet our soulmate. It never occurred to me that i would meet such a beautiful girl in my entire life.  Dear Nur Syairah, Thank you for the amazing three years. I hope we will continue until eternity and reach our goal in five years. You are nothing but perfect. You are beautiful. Thank you for each and every moment that you stood by me and for making me feel...
Post a Comment
Read more

217. A Number To Remember.

finally got my PSLE results. a little sad coz not as high as expected. but what the heck, at least i pass. made my choice, OPSS. following my brother. that school kind of suck. but i feel that its the nearest to my house. hope to meet my friends next year. my result is 4 marks higher than my brother. hehe...at least i beat him. like i aimed to. niwaes, missin the peeps.
Post a Comment
Read more

Selamat Hari Raya 2015!

It's the time of the year again and this year, it's different because i'm in NS so i won't have much green packet collection as before. But nonetheless, it's an occasion to celebrate the end of Ramadhan and forgiving so there's nothing to be sad about. Plus, my allowance is more than enough. Not bragging, just ensuring others that i'm not sad. Really. Anyway, i've finally graduated from SCS on the 25th June 2015 to become a 3rd Sergeant in the SAF. It's so much pride and happiness because i endured the first week of Ramadhan doing rehearsals and lessons. The rehearsals were no joke because it's serious, duh, and also because the weather was not forgiving at all. It was scorching hot and made our throats dry like it was draught season. So we the Muslims had to endure and persevere the hot weather and sun tanned ourselves until our skin was two-tone. Luckily i'm dark enough so the Sun was like, "i'll skip this one". Every eve...
Post a Comment
Read more