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Sunday, August 10, 2008

*vibrates*
"Well, affairs of the heart."
she looked at the message and sighed.
as the girl leaned over her balcony plugged into her iPod,
she wondered why affairs of the heart had to be so complicated.
she missed him terribly, so much that sometimes she didn't feel like herself.
then again, maybe she didn't. she didn't know.
what she knew was that she loved him somewhat.
not in that sense but in another way.
the feelings she had for him was not that of ___, but more than just a friend.
she knew that she didn't like him that way cos' that person was still in her heart.
she felt so confused.
she knew that she meant nothing to him, which hurt.
she had tried not thinking about it, but somehow sometimes, it just gets to her.
all the emotions surrounding him is on a total new level,
something that even she cannot comprehend.
maybe she's just thinking too much, maybe she should stay on track.
he'll never know, that's for sure.
because she never planned to tell him anything.
the girl's decided, it's for the best.
then she switched to another song and walked back into her room.