Life of An Angel

Sunday, May 27, 2007

I dreamt about you last night.
In my dream, i was angry, frustrated and upset.
I remembered waking up from the part where i was telling you that i'm having a fever.
Indeed, i woke up with a fever.
Haven't stopped thinking about you ever since.
Been thinking alot.
....waiting for someone is difficult and harsh,
...at the same time, it makes ones heart to flutter.
That's exactly how i feel right now.
I probably don't mean much to you anymore,
regardless how it has all ended up to be,
I've always thought that you were special.
That arrogance. Such cockiness.
That spunk and stubbornness.
Neither can you cook nor ever wash dishes till i made you do it for the first time.
Not mentioning that shocked your mum quite abit.
How you've hovered around me with that sheepish grin, as i stood by the stove, cooking instant noodles for us.
Wanting to help, but to make a mess out of everything.
You can't take spicy food and you love sushi, salmon.
You ain't thrifty, and so you hide away shopping receipts from me.
My first decent piece of wallet, was a christmas gift from you.
My first piece of tennis attire, was a birthday gift from you.
And i finally splurge on an oven just to bake you a cake on Valentine's.
I have never forgotten our first dance and kisses together.
How you've always wanted to doll me up like an expensive barbie doll,
i didn't like it.
But, i've soon accepted the fact that i could look that beautiful when i dress up. So, i've never blamed you for trying to change me.
You've always thought that you knew better,
but seriously, i know better.
Because we're different, so different, that's why we never ran out of topics to talk and quarrel about.
I believed you, have believed in you totally.
But what we've once had is fading..away...
And, we saw a rainbow when we played tennis for the first time.
It was drizzling so bad.
When we broke up, it was drizzling too.
I've cried twice, once when we first broke up, second time when you called it quits again.
I shall locked up all the memories we had.
It's time, i should learn to live on my own without looking back hoping.

Lúthien Ancalime ;
5/27/2007 05:33:00 PM Comment

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