I know you're just there behind that monitor of yours because I can hear you breathing, and I can see you thinking deeply that I'm too good for you. You're thinking that you can't level up with my being smart, sweet and more like your little miss perfect because you, on the otherhand, just barely gotten a stable job, and living in two different worlds right now is just not easy for you.
And so you think that I can't handle that kind of pressure because I came from a well brought up family while you have to work when you were in college and had to drop in the middles of the semester because family problems kicked in and you have to assume all the responsibility full time.
Surprising how I kind of know the story of your life right? Well, I don't know either, it's like I feel that we are somehow connected all this time and if you're hurt somewhere out there, my day would just mess up in the worse possible can too. But eventhough I was brought up good, it doesn't mean that the girl you met years and years ago no longer existed. I'm still me, the girl who played GI Joe with you, the girl who gets mad at you everytime you tease me, I'm still the girl who partnered with you every school dances we have and reluctant I may say, I'm still the girl who received your first ever written love letter that has nothing but pure intention and cuddly love.
I wished we were old enough to figure out what we're doing before but we lost contact after that. Now our path crossed again in a different setting and here w are trying to think how we both should act when we talk to each other in a simple instant messaging system. I try to communicate and know more of how you've been doing for it's ben so long but you withdraw yourself from me, acting all professional and talking to me as if I'm some client of yours and not your long time friend.
Some days you'd surprise me by dropping me a line or two but then you follow it with some favors and I think it's but bull****, don't you think? But you're my friend, and I want to make up for lost times, and so I agree andtry to do whatever favors you ask me to, knowing that if you're happy and successfu;. then I'd be happy for you.
Then out of the blue, you vanish again, being busy and not having time to talk. Don't play games with me coz I ain't that shallow to not feel unappreciated. I mean no harm, and that you don't have to hide your life from me. I just want to know how's life and how's it treating you so far and/ or if there are things you want to talk about I'm just here, may it be personal or just anything under the sun.
But I guess you want me to stop... so I'll stopped... Just don't think I didn't try convincing you that I existed somehow and that I'm still the same person you vaguely knew from before. It's just sad.
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