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Sunday 4 September 2011
My life so far has always been one straight line. Well, maybe a little bit wiggly here and there, but nonetheless is a straight one. I never feel something out of the ordinary. If anything, I feel numb most of the times.
Until five days ago, I finally felt one hell of rollercoaster ride of emotion.
This guy, who shall not be named, he made my heart went up and down. He made it beat faster. He freaking played jump-rope with my heart.
For five days straight, he made me realise that someone cares. They actually do.
For five days straight, he made me feel and managed to make me believe that I am in fact beautiful.
For five days straight, he convinced me that I do matter.
For five days straight, he made me feel... Loved.
Now I don't know if he will continue to always me feel this way. There's not even a slight chance he will, and maybe if he know I'm actually writing this about him maybe he'll think I'm a sappy dork. But really I don't care. Because in those five days, I felt all the things I've never felt in a very long time.
So I thank YOU. For giving me five days of all those...emotions.
Until five days ago, I finally felt one hell of rollercoaster ride of emotion.
This guy, who shall not be named, he made my heart went up and down. He made it beat faster. He freaking played jump-rope with my heart.
For five days straight, he made me realise that someone cares. They actually do.
For five days straight, he made me feel and managed to make me believe that I am in fact beautiful.
For five days straight, he convinced me that I do matter.
For five days straight, he made me feel... Loved.
Now I don't know if he will continue to always me feel this way. There's not even a slight chance he will, and maybe if he know I'm actually writing this about him maybe he'll think I'm a sappy dork. But really I don't care. Because in those five days, I felt all the things I've never felt in a very long time.
So I thank YOU. For giving me five days of all those...emotions.
In that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Why wallflower?
Recently I've just finished reading 'the perks of being a wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky. And there was a dialogue where Patrick tell Charlie that he's a wallflower.
'You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand'
Reading that, it hit me. By all means, I relate to Charlie the most. The fact that he's a wallflower and that he always try to put other people first. Okay I'm not trying to be one of those people who would read about one book, liking it so much, then I'll be a douche bout it by being a know-it-all or impersonator. I'm just saying that reading that book, I finally find out how to describe myself. A wallflower. I don't need to be the popular jocks, the pretty cheerleaders, or even a smart nerd. If wallflower is what I really am, an innocent observer who no one notice much, a wallflower it is. And I think I'm okay with it.
Again, why wallflower? It was the first thing that came in mind.
Recently I've just finished reading 'the perks of being a wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky. And there was a dialogue where Patrick tell Charlie that he's a wallflower.
'You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand'
Reading that, it hit me. By all means, I relate to Charlie the most. The fact that he's a wallflower and that he always try to put other people first. Okay I'm not trying to be one of those people who would read about one book, liking it so much, then I'll be a douche bout it by being a know-it-all or impersonator. I'm just saying that reading that book, I finally find out how to describe myself. A wallflower. I don't need to be the popular jocks, the pretty cheerleaders, or even a smart nerd. If wallflower is what I really am, an innocent observer who no one notice much, a wallflower it is. And I think I'm okay with it.
Again, why wallflower? It was the first thing that came in mind.
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