wake up call

His name was Chris.

I can't remember exactly how we met, or what it is that made us fall in love. I guess it has to do with the way he looks at me. And the way he smiles. Somehow, it makes me feel like everything is exactly where it should be. And I feel happy. Happier than I've ever been for a very long time. I feel loved.

One day, while we were driving around in his car, he gives me this look - a gaze that said everything I had secretly wished and prayed he would. I blush. Drunk with joy for having found what I thought was my one true love.

We decide to grab a bite. So he parked the car outside a cafe. As we walked over to the door, we saw this girl named Agnes.

And Chris bolted back to his car so fast he forgot to open the door for me.

Apparently, this girl Agnes was the biggest blabbermouth ever. And Chris didn't want anyone to know that we were together. While he waited for me to get in, I stood outside the car for what seemed like an hour, holding the passenger side door slightly ajar.

For the life of me, I couldn't understand why he didn't want people to know. Could it be that he has another girl? Did he think I wasn't pretty or smart enough? Was he ashamed to be seen with me? A million thoughts, each one screaming the exact same truth I've long been trying to ignore.

I closed the door ever so gently and walked away.

He didn't even run after me.

I got my wake up call.

It was 5:15 in the morning.

Thursday, September 23, 2004 @ 7:55 PM


eternal sunshine

how happy is the blameless Vestal's lot
the world forgetting by the world forgot
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
each pray'r accepted and each wish resign'd


-Alexander Pope in Eloisa to Abelard

Wednesday, September 08, 2004 @ 3:46 PM




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bigger boobies!!!


oh, and um, world peace




... for a little while,
but only for a little while.
because i've learned that
love was rare and love was fleeting.
and you take it where you find it,
not letting yourself have regrets.
and you keep it as long as you could,
which was always never long enough...


girls are like apples on trees.
the best ones are at the top of the tree.
the boys don't want
to reach for the good ones
because they're afraid of
falling and getting hurt.
instead they just get the rotten apples
that are on the ground,
that aren't as good,
but easy.
so the apples at the top think that
there is something wrong with them,
when in reality, they are amazing.
that is why we just have to
be a little patient,
and the right boy,
the one who takes a chance
to find the good, right apple,
will come someday...




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