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Oh hello. I am B. 18. lass. nursing student.bLogger. stylist. teentalker.
Monday, April 6, 2009
What keeps mw busy in my lone times?


So many times I tripped and been fooled by love. It doesn’t even make sense to me to that ‘love’ makes me so messed up. Although I know that I am vulnerable to its toxic still my heart and my mind are aiming for it some more.

I haven’t been blogging since then, because of busy schedule and I felt sorry for that. I don’t want expressing my thoughts because I know that it would just be a mess in my part to show the world how I feel, and since I know nobody would dare to read my thoughts.

These past few days I’ve been very confused of what I feel for this guy, whom I discover was the best friend of my cousin, Ate Cheryl, way back in their high school years. I met this guy at the party of my friend Abigail, who is the cousin of my friend April. It was just a sudden astonish that I found him interesting that I ever thought. He was just a story told by my friends and I wasn’t fascinated by those. Then at the moment I met him, I struck by his charm existence, and I couldn’t even explain what I felt at that particular moment. I got his number from my friend and then, we became text mates. I thought he was so arrogant that he doesn’t want to communicate with a stranger like me (Yes indeed I’m a stranger, then).

The day after we met, he rode me home because nobody was there to ride me home then. It was 11 in the evening when I decided to go home, and just one text away, he was there, like a knight in shining armor. I was surprise that without any hesitant he came to me and saved me from any danger of the street. Day by day, we texted each other and would exchange ideas of whatever would be our topic were. I knew at the moment, I was falling for him, deeply (uh-oh.). And I wasn’t surprise, though; he was the guy who doesn’t want to be mature.

We started to hang out each and every day, and we were happy at those moments. We knew although in silence, we are blissful each time we were together We do have many commons, not just the three word names that our parents gave to us, but also the qualities and characteristics we comprise.

now, still I seek him, though I know he’s a thousand miles away, I still seek for his presence, the charm of his smile, the hug that he always give and the goodnight kiss that we made. Now I know the rest is still unwritten, but I hope and wish that unwritten part would be a great part that God will give to us.

PS. My family likes his family. “Whoa! Take that!”