There are a few driving power to this.
- "M" of course.
- The video above
- Diary of Wimpy Kid
- my fragile heart
- of course, insecurities.
I tried almost everything. I created slide shows, wrote a letter each everyday, printed them out, sealed them with kisses, I wrote in a few books all these years, I wrote on fancy papers, I comemorated what I fell simply everywhere. However, I don't have any guts (up till now) to give to him, to be truly open to him.
I remember the first few months after we started to get close, we sat next to each other in class. I like to scribble in his book the word "muncung". When he flipped the pages and came to the page where I scribble those names he would act as if he was pissed. He tickled me knee. He poked me.
I call him names. Muncung is one of them. He started it, he said I pouted whenever he teased me. I said he is the one who had such a puty lips, pointer forward. He denied it. Long after that he admitted it. But still, he'll be mad if I call him muncung, even after the confession.
I wouldn't say a word about this blog. If he ever read this, let say in the next ten years, I hope he knows I'm here, thinking of him, everyday, without fail. It's been more than two years now.
Even after two years, we are still seeing each other. I meet him practically 5 days a week now. We joined a job camp at our university. We are just graduated, actively seeking for a job. Next week is our final week at the job camp. Honestly, I totally freak out of what will happen next.
He hardly reply my text messages now. I don't know it is because we are now pretty broke, since we both have no source of income; that he wanted to save up some money.
I love you M!
+ a day without you just like a plant without water. it wont die, just dry +