A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said…no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever….and he said no.
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough.
As she walked away, tears streaming down her face
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough.
As she walked away, tears streaming down her face
the boy grabbed her arm and said….
You’re not pretty you’re beautiful.
I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldnt cry if you walked away…I’d die…
You’re not pretty you’re beautiful.
I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldnt cry if you walked away…I’d die…
-anonymous-
How sweet can that be???!! Am waiting for the Only One to actually say this to me one day in the near future. Whenever and whoever that will be….*sigh*
But back to reality, am not supposed to be typing here, but I am and am not guilty of it. Because sometimes we need to just walk away and have some space. I am supposed to be back at my mahallah. preparing for the mascot for the marching team and supporting the teams playing tonight for the Unisports Carnival, but am not…but to justify, I have a meeting for the closing ceremony of ummatic week. So you see I ‘escape’ from one thing and I have to attend to another. So there’s no dead end. Everyday is a’ beautiful’ day.
And my Romo had given some sound advice about me being in too many things but I can’t escape, Dad. It must be my destiny this way and I have to fulfill it and maybe there’s some hidden wisdom in it. Like maybe meeting my Only One one of these days?? Yeah right!! 😛
Am also going to pronounce my deepest regret that I’m terribly terribly disgusted with the pinky girls. It’s getting personal, maaann~ I got hit with their stupid futsal ball at the CHEST!! Yeah, at the futsal match yesterday, so I have a reason now to be mad at them, and the pinky president was one of them there who kicked the ball. s*i*a*8888l*a. Forgive me but I’m saying it.