Gulp.

Truth or dare is a very scary game.

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After our Physics paper, Choozy and I ran all the way down 8 floors while everyone took the lift. Unfortunately, we didn't run down like any normal bimbos. We stopped at each floor to press the lift buttons on our way down, alternately. Choozy, then me. Me, then Choozy. She'd do the 7th floor and I'd run down first to press the 6th. All the way down 8 floors, so the lift would stop at every floor.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

That's what it sounded like all the way down those eight floors. And we reached down just in time to "greet" the lift on 0 floor.


No better way to end the semester.

In God's hands.

1994 - 2008
Been missing you.

He is King.

Praise the Lord Almighty. Indeed, He is a good God.

I'll be waiting.

I chased you. All the way down those steps. You took the lift, I took the stairs. I still chased you. Why I did that is beyond me. I ran all the way down and the lift was empty. Hurried outside only to see everyone there-- except you. I was disappointed. But I didn't show it. I walked back inside. And there you were. As I looked up those steps, you walked down. You didn't see me at first but it didn't matter. The moment itself felt magical. You and me. Being in the same place, at the same time.

Fate could work so many chances for us. Destiny could write us a beautiful story. But if you don't feel it-- what I feel-- then even this much fate is wasted.

I will never say I love you. Not aloud, anyway. Because how can you say that, when you only know so much about a person. You're a stranger to me. And I, to you. We're not friends that way. And hearing about you, it pricks at my chest. Seeing you, gosh, I could just stop breathing. But I don't understand it. Not at all. How can I feel so much for someone by merely watching from such great distances? You're so near, yet so very far. We meet everyday. Yet, I don't know you. You don't know me. Not that way, anyway. Not the way I wish we did. So why do I feel as if I could get so lost in your eyes, that I would never come back out? You could take my hand and I know the instant you do, it would feel as if I'd known you for years.

Let me in. I want to know. But I'm afraid now. You've shut me out so many times, it's scared me. I'm not going back. Not until you open the doors.

Can you make me feel good about myself? Because I feel so lousy. Like confidence has completely escaped me and I've hit rock bottom. It's not just you. It's everything. It's me. Tell me, can you bring me back?

I'll be waiting.

Miss you, stupid.

Its turning stale. Fast. Sick of drowning in unrequited emotions. Yeah, drowning. That's the word.

It's suffocating.