it's not that i was pissed. yes i was initially, but after that, it was like a knife through the heart, the thought that you guys never even bothered to inform me. and you know what, when i sms-ed you, i really wasn't joking. everything was turning a bright white around me, i broke out in cold sweat, i was trembling all over and i was literally weak in the knees, so laugh all you want but it didn't feel really nice to have people think you're joking when you truly need help. i was hurt, okay? still, i rushed home. i rushed through packing and i forgot to bring stuff for productions, i rushed to the dinner place. in fact, i very nearly wanted to cab there, but praise God i didn't. because halfway there, you called only because i sms-ed. and you told me that you had all left the dinner place and were going home. i just want to know one thing.. why? why didn't anyone even bother to tell me? it hurt you know. to be really honest, i felt so stupid. felt so so stupid for rushing all the way, rushing all the way to nothing. i didn't even need to eat dinner, i just wanted to see you guys for the day, because just seeing all of you makes me smile, just seeing all of you reminds me how much Daddy loves me. and i cried. i cried in the bus because i felt so stupid and so hurt, like you all had just forgotten about me just because i couldn't join in for one day. then i sms-ed you when i was at commonwealth and told you that i'd reached queenstown, cos i know you take awhile to walk out. you said you'd come to the mrt station to get me. i reached, you weren't there. i went down to 7-11 to buy dinner and i came back. you still weren't there. so i walked by myself. i finally saw you. but by then, i didn't know how to feel. so numb, so empty. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to look so pissed, didn't mean to sound so pissed. but i didn't want to have you handle a crying me, just because of one incident. so i built a wall.
i guess time will heal all wounds, as it will this wound. (: i still love you guys, so so so much.
WE WILL DANCE ; 7:21 AM
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trading her ashes in for beauty
here in Love's embrace
forever to stay
bought with a price that no man could pay.
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