/img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1824/1824585m5vy6k3xmf.gif" width=12 height=12 border=0>Monday, September 7, 2009

I chucked away the pages I had wrote about her.
I saw how awkward she felt, thus to prove that I'm not going to consider standing a chance again; wanting to start a new page being friends, then chuck it into a bin.
Hopes she understand.
Of course, I kept the pages of rejection to be part of my memories when I'm old.
Part and parcel in life.
Trust me; if not it's going to be awkward and I felt pressurized these few days with you. Sooner or later, I'll breakdown. Trust me alright. That's all.