hmm. okie. i was reading thru my P6 autograph book. and i was like... wah, my P6 life is so so so wonderful and fun. how i hope to return to my P6 life again. hais. everything seems yesterday. den i was browsing and browsing. and i like and still liking the JJ's decoration of my book. so nice and sweet of him. he actually drew it out with pencil and color it with black and red. its a Diabalo 2 thingy. so sweet. his autograph was the SUPER-EST NICEST of all. =DD
den i came across this page whr i wrote down all the shyt. haha. and i spotted this story which i wrote it down. i had totally forgotten thats. lol. so here it goes.
I STILL BELIEVED IN FAIRYTALES. HE SEEMED SO GENUINE. I STARED DEEP INTO HIS EYES, THE COLOUR OF STARLIGHT ON STILL WATER, AND I BELIEVED. I LET MYSELF DROWN IN THOSE WATERS. AND IF I WERE FACED WITH THAT CHOICE AGAIN, I'D DIVE IN HEAD FIRST, KNOWING WELL THE ICY SHOCK THAT CAME BEFORE THE ECSTASY. HE WAS LIKE AN ADDICTION, A DRUG IN MY SYSTEM FROM THAT VERY FIRST KISS BY THE LAKE WITH ONLY THE EYE OF THE FULL MOON UPON US. I WAS A SLAVE TO HIM THEN, AND HE KNEW IT. I WAS DROWNING, BUT HE DID NOTHING TO SAVE ME. YET HE WAS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME BREATHING. HE PULSED THROUGH MY VEINS, MY LIFE FORCE, AS STEADY AS MY OWN HEARTBEAT. BUT WHILE HE WAS HOLDING ME UP, HE TORE ME DOWN. I FEEL IT EVEN NOW, THE STING OF HIS ABSENCE. I HAVN’T FELT WHOLE SINCE I WAS IN HIS ARMS. I DOUBT THAT I WILL EVER FEEL WHOLE AGAIN. ~
nice rite? lol. okie. i'll stop now. hehe.
den i came across this page whr i wrote down all the shyt. haha. and i spotted this story which i wrote it down. i had totally forgotten thats. lol. so here it goes.
I STILL BELIEVED IN FAIRYTALES. HE SEEMED SO GENUINE. I STARED DEEP INTO HIS EYES, THE COLOUR OF STARLIGHT ON STILL WATER, AND I BELIEVED. I LET MYSELF DROWN IN THOSE WATERS. AND IF I WERE FACED WITH THAT CHOICE AGAIN, I'D DIVE IN HEAD FIRST, KNOWING WELL THE ICY SHOCK THAT CAME BEFORE THE ECSTASY. HE WAS LIKE AN ADDICTION, A DRUG IN MY SYSTEM FROM THAT VERY FIRST KISS BY THE LAKE WITH ONLY THE EYE OF THE FULL MOON UPON US. I WAS A SLAVE TO HIM THEN, AND HE KNEW IT. I WAS DROWNING, BUT HE DID NOTHING TO SAVE ME. YET HE WAS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME BREATHING. HE PULSED THROUGH MY VEINS, MY LIFE FORCE, AS STEADY AS MY OWN HEARTBEAT. BUT WHILE HE WAS HOLDING ME UP, HE TORE ME DOWN. I FEEL IT EVEN NOW, THE STING OF HIS ABSENCE. I HAVN’T FELT WHOLE SINCE I WAS IN HIS ARMS. I DOUBT THAT I WILL EVER FEEL WHOLE AGAIN. ~
nice rite? lol. okie. i'll stop now. hehe.
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