Apparently I've kept most of your messages. from the most random and senseless texts, to the most endearing ones.
you replied to all of my messages, even if it took you days. you always do reply. you are one sweet "baby" even though you keep denying it.adorable, though you try to be grumpy. you greet me "good mornings" that truly brightens up my day. don't tell you're not sweet like that?
those simple stuff... got me to..
and keeping your messages,seeing your name one after the other in my inbox - gives me a reason to check my phone even when most of the days i receive not a single call nor text. It puts a smile on my face when I say your name and how cute it sounds even though you like adding an extra consonant to it to make it sound not unusual.
there was a time when i can't get to talk to you. 'cause everytime i call, you were busy or unavailable. you blamed it on my poor timing. then a week after, i'd see your name in my missed call list in between classes.you were off timing.
poor timing. those two words are just overwhelming with hope, and it's giving me this churning feeling in my gut.
i can't finish this post anymore. one, i'm getting nauseous. two, i'm out in the chilly weather, and bugs are feasting on my blood now. three... i'm not really sure how to end this entry, and what to say as an ending.
I guess i don't want to end it yet.I'll have to wait this out a little longer.
[saved December 23, 2010, 23:36 ET]
What I should have said...last night in my other blog.