everytime i think of this, i think of you.
my heart exploded yesterday.
special someone was late for an hour.
sometimes i wonder, why it bothers me so much?
why i must be bothered wit him?
maybe if i act not to care, then i'll get used to it.
then i wouldn't feel hurt.
no matter how many times he say he wont be late,
i'll never expect him to be there anymore.
a simple date can be late, who trust someone
not to be late in the future for something more important
than a bloody date?
and dont use that examinations analogy on me.
th bottom line is, it hurts