It's been so long since I last typed on this space.
I think I've fallen for my flower boy, ten months away from you.
This time round, it almost feels real.
I call it second chance.
He makes me insecure and frightened, even.
They say, "He's good, but not the right guy for you."
You can't stop a wanderer from wandering
Frightened because he makes me happy
But what if I'm not supposed to be.
I'm afraid that I might have really fallen
I wonder if it's real
These days, I've been happy.
And I really do wish to come back to this space to type again
How I look like in class
How I look like when class finally ends
-> hehe that's my favorite friend at the back,
looking ditzy as always! ^.^ love her!
No, I can't type thoughts on it, it's for others
But I'm starting to like the happy me, do you know?
But I spent the tenth month with him,
and for once,
I wasn't crying on a day like this
I didn't have to reminisce you.
I want to see you again
No matter how long it takes
And maybe then I'll know
Our love is real
And yes,
my hair grew long
And I love people who tell me I'm beautiful at the points of my life
When I have the lowest self esteem
I love them for teaching me how to be happy
