when did I ever stop

loving you..?

You weren't my first love, but you mended the broken pieces I held for the first.
And now it bleeds seeing you with someone else.

Why did I found you when I lost you?
Happy its not the right word when I would've been happier not seeing you again.

But I bleed for you.
Like once your heart bled for me.

This is a nightmare.
You came up to me, heightened in excitement with friendly affection, when you began to embrace me.
My angel, my dancer, my grace,my wine, my love, my life.

You're beautiful.
You frustrate me.

The soft scent of your skin, the innocent lips, the naive intention of an angel.
Why wasn't there a speck of resentment?
Didn't I break your heart?

In return I knew it was me who wanted you to hate me, for it would've been easier for me to forget you. It would've been easier for me to stop adoring, loving you.

In return I rested my head on your shoulders, playfully like a friend when I did that to shield you from the truth I can never be a friend.

I delved deeper in emotions. And held you closer.
I loved you once, and always would be.

How can I let you go again when you're not even mine this time?
Can this greed erase all the painful memories of the others?
Will you forgive me?

I closed my eyes when you kissed my cheek.

If I am the director of this movie, I would've died when you were all mine.

God, can I turn back the time?

clumsy

the crime scene

Lucky for the cool breeze. Autumns.
I was sweating like a pig while trying to figure out whats wrong with the car.

Or was it the sheer embarassment from having to make a lifeline call to someone whom I suspect have feelings for me?
All you know, it could've been me, getting all excited of having a valid excuse to call.

This is what happened:
When I returned from Taco Bell, the headlight was blaring on.

Yes I'm that clumsy.
For a sec I thought I was lucky no one saw me leaving the lights on.
But that thought dies when I realise I'm stranded alone in the parking lot open to any maniacal attacks.

L was just being nice, not hitting on me.
sape yang perasan nih.

I gave up.
When I dialed L's number and began my pathetic story the car battery turned out flat, L just said: "No big deal. I'll pick you up ".

"Sorry L"

"Seriously, no biggie. Look, I know this sounds rash, but I'll do anything for you".

But as I sat in the stinky car I smiled broadly: ah who's being clumsy now?