Some people may think [or at least, I used to do so] that I knew what I want.
San, for example. He said I knew what I want and what I don't.
Like, I know I can never be with her, and so I decided to break off completely.
But
Do I, really?
'Cause now that I think about it again,
I am not sure either.
Even if I may appear as if I don't really give a crap about it anymore,
My heart keeps longing for her, desiring everything about her.
It still feels like her presence calms my soul down; her voice soothes my troubled self; her smile, her laugh still cheer me up; her happiness is what will make my day after all.
My logic, however, battles my feeling with every of the opposites.
My brain keeps telling me I have no hope for her. It can never work between her and me. Worst thing - "She has inflicted you with so much pain and grievances, you won't wanna take her back again, if she really comes back to you,".
I know, it'll never happen. She'll never come to me again.
I know I have no more chances, hope, whatsoever.
Between these two, I wonder who'll win.
Anywho, I gotta really focus on revision now.
My relatives all know about my ambition to become a doctor.
Whenever they talked about it again, I feel remorseful for neglecting my aims so often.
And I can't imagine how worse will I feel if I really fail to get into my dream career.
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I have to always remember, that if I really manage to become a doctor, not only I will be satisfied of my own hardwork. It'll bring pride to my beloved family as well..
But I still do love you. My feeling has never changed, even after numerous of my attempts in telling myself to give up give up give up give up.
Oh I know you still can see all this, but I don't care. I don't block you from here.
Haha, but as if you'll come here ever again.
Oh here I go again, hoping for the hopeless, as always. Haiz.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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