I'm sorry BFL. There's a lot more i would love to post here. That is why, this blog has now been privated. Hais. Why do you have to find this blog? Lucky you i've not been posting whatever i've been feeling for the past month and you only saw some of it. I don't know what your reaction would be like if you saw everything that i've been bottling right inside of me.
Sometimes i wonder, what have i done in my life? Why have i turned this way? Why life has to be this way for me? I was much more happier liking Mr Warm then right now.
Maybe it's true what Mr Warm said, "Some things are better off not knowing about" I guess you were right after all Mr Warm. That is why we both treasure friendship more than love. If we had stayed friends like how Mr Warm made me stay as his friend even though it was awkward till today, but at least, i wasn't hurt that much. Mr Warm, even though he is arrogant, ignorant and cold, he has a kind heart and he do not like to play around with the word "love". That's what i like most about Mr Warm. He's got this warmness and he's firm and he's decisive of his actions. He is a man of his words. He might be cold towards me now, maybe because of the awkwardness, but he doesn't push me aside. Maybe because we have to work, but that'll be just fine. Some times i miss does time i'd joke around with him, fight with him, scream and laugh with him. Mr Warm, i miss those moments with you.
Even so, i'm happy that we had once gone through that as a friend. I miss those moments you'd want to punch me or kick me, but you didn't. I miss those jokes you'd make. I miss the care free self of yours around me. I miss our jokes. I miss disturbing you about almost everything there is. Things really have changed. But i'm glad i didn't went too far. I'm just glad. But someone smells like you when i was in the amphitheater. I wanted to cry, because i miss that smell so much. That warm smell that makes me happy even when i'm sick. I miss everything about you Mr Warm. I really do. But i guess, things really have changed... It was my fault. I'm sorry.
To MFBML, i don't know what's happening, what's gonna happen anymore. Part of me wanted to give up. Part of me wanted to stay. I just don't know okay..
Sometimes i wonder, what have i done in my life? Why have i turned this way? Why life has to be this way for me? I was much more happier liking Mr Warm then right now.
Maybe it's true what Mr Warm said, "Some things are better off not knowing about" I guess you were right after all Mr Warm. That is why we both treasure friendship more than love. If we had stayed friends like how Mr Warm made me stay as his friend even though it was awkward till today, but at least, i wasn't hurt that much. Mr Warm, even though he is arrogant, ignorant and cold, he has a kind heart and he do not like to play around with the word "love". That's what i like most about Mr Warm. He's got this warmness and he's firm and he's decisive of his actions. He is a man of his words. He might be cold towards me now, maybe because of the awkwardness, but he doesn't push me aside. Maybe because we have to work, but that'll be just fine. Some times i miss does time i'd joke around with him, fight with him, scream and laugh with him. Mr Warm, i miss those moments with you.
Even so, i'm happy that we had once gone through that as a friend. I miss those moments you'd want to punch me or kick me, but you didn't. I miss those jokes you'd make. I miss the care free self of yours around me. I miss our jokes. I miss disturbing you about almost everything there is. Things really have changed. But i'm glad i didn't went too far. I'm just glad. But someone smells like you when i was in the amphitheater. I wanted to cry, because i miss that smell so much. That warm smell that makes me happy even when i'm sick. I miss everything about you Mr Warm. I really do. But i guess, things really have changed... It was my fault. I'm sorry.
To MFBML, i don't know what's happening, what's gonna happen anymore. Part of me wanted to give up. Part of me wanted to stay. I just don't know okay..
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