Hi, I'm dating him. It had been a few months yet this feeling still like a flatworm, sucking all mine deep inside my stomach. Yes, I still cannot bring myself to believe it. There are days where I sat in front of him, looking intensely at this man whom I think that I love him, a man that I knew not long ago, a man who let me look up to him, a man who is more mature then me.
I look at his lips, and smiled to myself, that is my favorite nowadays. Who would have imagine that, from a fellow whom I did not even bother to take notice of to he who managed to steal my heart.
He takes care of me, like a princess, maybe a mile from what my daddy does, but I'm sure its nearer than anybody else. He spoils me like a brat, giving me all I want reasonably. That's him, my lover.
Somehow I know its not fair to compare, yet because of comparison, I appreciate him, cherish him, admire him, adore him and love him.
Love, a great word and deep meanings. I did not realize that I already gave him my heart till one night, a small matter, but my heart flooded with those awful memories and intense feeling when I could not contact him. I realized how much I care.
Obstacles, just can't let me off. Religion, my stand in life, challenge this relationship more than anything else. Endless debate in my mind bugging me all the time when I gave a serious thought about it. Yet all that I did was brushed it off without a conclusion. Maybe its too far to even think about it now.
125 days, still counting.
Friendship, one thing which is beyond our control because it takes both to compliment each other. But people change as time passed.
I watch her changes, from time to time, makes me feel so troubled at times. Maybe it wasn't about her changes, it is me, did not know her well enough. Sprung around, then only I try to think hard, is she doing others stuff too when I was close with her.
Distances makes hearts grow fonder? Seriously I miss those who are far apart from me. Thanks to internet and those social website, at least I still can take a glimpse of what is happening around them. Deep down I feel happy for them looking at how far they had went since the day we were apart. Some friendships, like antiques, becoming more precious as time flies.
