And when we were together, it was how it felt. I wanted to make you happy, made sure you felt loved. I gave you my all, I drained my whole soul. Now I see every guy with the same skin tone as yours and my heart skips a beat. Izzati said I only missed having a boyfriend, but would I get a feeling like that.
I gaze at you more often than before now - not an obsessive gaze though. I remember Toothpick and how he had to be erased off my mind constantly so I could retain focus. But unfortunately, his glorious bright eyes and pasty skin remains etched in a corner of my mind, as if locked in a secret crate that can never be gone.
Guess what. I didn't shed more than a dozen tears. Because everytime I tried, they just never poured. That's probably one reason why my moodswings occur more often these days. Sorry if they might have affected you.
On the brightside, Mama pinky promised for me to sign up for six months of Muay Thai membership, weekly hardcore trainings for six months, on Tuesdays, I think. Hope my stomach can be like a pancake. So close, yet so bloooody far.
Three cheers for muay thai.
Random notes before I end this post and rest for the night:
- I can taste Skippy's Peanut Butter lingering on my taste buds right now.
- I will never talk in this way again , despite how unserious and more friendly it makes me soundd . So I will type in proper punctuation.
- Bad punctuation and grammar does annoy me.
- I am no where near good looking :) But I have seen people who look like shit.
- My phone remains dead. I am scared that he will move on.