have you ever loved those times, when you can go to school, bringing a high hope of wondering, what would i do if i see my crush? what would i do?! what if he talks to me, what if what if and all those what if’s.
there are times, when a gurl, tender age, had high hopes on her crush. every so-called crush she has, her imaginations go wild, she goes thinking, if we were an item, where would we go, would he like talk about me with his friends? would he kiss me in the cheek after every date? will he hold me by my hand and say everything’s going to be alright when i’m down? there are so many things to imagine, wait. where was i?
yeah. at on stage, at one point, i loved going to school, to check him out. wondering tones of things and all stupid imaginary stuffs. that was when people didnt know that i like him, people didnt even think he excisted. when people dont konw you like him, you have no one to tell but ur dearest bloggie, which is u. so i spilled everything here. and that was such a wrong decision to make. as how kar wai puts it, oh-no-lo.
then when people started to know, god knows how, it started of fun. you actually can tell someone or some people about this certain guy, and then you share toughts. what you think about him and blah blah blah. we stayed back watching his every single moves and laughed at it. it was really a thought to remember.
when more people knew, even the mr.crush himself knew, it wasnt really that fun anymore. it started to get to a point where everyone teases you, wherever you go, they start to call you names. the worst i got was the tch thingy, the friends shouted things like : ch’s girlfriend and ch my love , i cant live without you and XXXXxXXxXX… it started to be a pain in the heart. wait. this is not the guy i like. wait. i’m talking about him. its suppose to be another guy. sorry.
yeah. the hw.i’m using initials. and u really must know why. that guy. everytime i walk near or pass the curry house, i hear whispers. ( OH GOD DAMNED THE TV. WHY MUST THEY AIR CHARSIEWFAN.)
it reminds me of him. somehow. bak to topic. they go comment about me, make fun of me. and even my mr.crush goes laughing at me with them. its so eergh.
and there’s this time when we confronted each other, which i will skip. because its not wroth telling
and as it seems, things gone wrong. and love turned to hate. which dont know why. and we avoided each other 24/7. so reluctantly, i just u know. forced myself to like this other guy. and u know what? the wrost scenario with hw, is, this guy ran the whole sttrech shouting my name and his, and people stared. embarresed. and hated it.