Howdy woody :)
I was just checking out my previous blog and realized that, I don't blog much anymore. Sheeesh. I wonder why? I used to talk a lot. I used to tell everyone my gushiness towards my then-not-yet-boyfriend. I still gushed over him though. I still get those butterflies when I hear his voice or when calls my name. I still sleep smiling after late-night conversations we had nicely. I remember pretty well how deep my crush was on him. Mind you, I still do have those crushes on him. I still get nervous when I look at him. I still get fluttered when he looks at me. I still do. Pathetically, I adore him, even when he's in front of me, really.
I still remember our first phone call. His call. His call that change my nights.
I wonder, how can someone get over something that is so much like a fantasy but in fact a reality?
He's the living proof. I love you Syafique. I always do.
Love,
Ell.
I was just checking out my previous blog and realized that, I don't blog much anymore. Sheeesh. I wonder why? I used to talk a lot. I used to tell everyone my gushiness towards my then-not-yet-boyfriend. I still gushed over him though. I still get those butterflies when I hear his voice or when calls my name. I still sleep smiling after late-night conversations we had nicely. I remember pretty well how deep my crush was on him. Mind you, I still do have those crushes on him. I still get nervous when I look at him. I still get fluttered when he looks at me. I still do. Pathetically, I adore him, even when he's in front of me, really.
I still remember our first phone call. His call. His call that change my nights.
I wonder, how can someone get over something that is so much like a fantasy but in fact a reality?
He's the living proof. I love you Syafique. I always do.
Love,
Ell.
1 comment:
love you too , Ell.
really do.
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