Sunday, April 05, 2009
A good chat with Kiwi was all I needed. Someone to help me see myself, some to give me good advices and maybe juz know what I needed, that I didn't know.
Maybe this is for me, for her. At least we're still friends, right?
If I had a chance to say, I would tell you that you're really, perhaps, the other special person that I ever met after V. One that made me plunge in too deep that I have a hard time swimming back to shore after realising that the island is out of my reach. Today after playing bball, I realised all I needed is someone to rely on. Someone whom I can really trust to be there when I needed help, someone who's juz that mental pillar, my goal and the light that'll guide my way should I get lost. I don't need much time but once in a while some good quality time will do. I thought that somewhat, somehow you felt something too.
But Kiwi asked me, am I sure that I'm interpreting the signals differently from you? Maybe your intentions are juz clearly as a friend, or a good friend but I took it as something more. And the worst of it all, I pushed u into that unhappy situation. Sorry. I really am. I wanted you to be happy but it seems like I'm the one who's making you unhappy instead. Avoiding you. Coz I'm afraid that something I say might make things worse. Don't know what to do.
I don't know. Why am I so reckless this time? For all the girls I came across from then till now, I've juz tried half-heartedly and the fortress is always that safe place that I've built. And to think that I've actually torn it down and the rumbles hurt myself and someone else I cared about. I thought, maybe I should write 100 things about her, maybe then if I can think of 100 things, maybe it would mean that she's important to me. Yet, the more I write, the more I think, the more I reflect and the more I realise, that maybe I'm causing her more hurt, unhappiness and problems than the happiness that I thought could give.
If I could, I would wish that I appeared in her life before that someone broke her heart and be true to her, protect her, love her and cherish her but, now, I guess I can only quietly fade back into that background I came from. How ironical that I start out that 100 things task with the hope of making it into a small book and give it to her, hoping that she'll be touched and maybe I might stand a chance or so but, it made me see how selfish I am and convinced myself that I'm not even worthy.
I'm tired. There's a part of me that's hidden in the fortress that's tired and perhaps wishing someone would come along and bring away those tiredness. But I really don't know. I was never good a handling human relationships. Afraid of moving too close, afraid that I might not be able to control my own heart. That's why I built that fortress, keep that distance.
I don't know what the future holds for me but thanks for making me special, even if that's was juz my own dillusion. I'll still be that friend by you side should you need one but, don't worry about me. Time will sort me out, like it always did. Haha... Thanks and sorry, J. =
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