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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

gosh.

i was so brave!

i should salute myself for that. =)

anyway, i didnt know i can complicate things so well. i should probably be an author and write mysteries. detective stories maybe? horror stories are OUT, because i'll most likely end up scaring myself. >.<
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she said, "we may not be able to remain as friends,"

i was taken aback.

then she supplemented by saying "because lovers aint friends."
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she gave a vague response. i'm unsure.
yet, i dont want to push my way through because things are happening way too fast.

positive? negative?

yes? no?

move on? stay put?

i didnt know so many different paths can branch out from hereforth.

it is far too complicated.
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still, i look forward to a future in which certain pictures would be painted by us hand-in-hand.

i wish i could
-stay up and pull through examination periods with her
--have late night dinners together after a long day at work
---crash her lessons and ensure she pays attention and not "run" a sms marathon
----perform a better job at grooming snickers than she does and have kenken and snickers around the two of us always
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it's too early to arrive at any conclusion.

she's still too afraid to move on.

hearing her repeat her fears made my heart sank.
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this is different from the previous. it doesnt make my heart beat faster all the time. no butterfly finds its way into my stomach. it makes me happy. i feel at ease and totally comfortable.
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buddy asked if she is my type. i gave a firm "no".
yea, she isnt my "usual" type.
still, i am totally swept off my feet.
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the sweet feeling lingers in the air. i love it.
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till then...

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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.