Life goes on and on…

But it ends when you’re alone.

I always can’t stand knowing that I suck when it comes to love. I don’t know how it works. Maybe confessing in the year book? Not a good idea.

Some say love prevails. But how is it supposed to prevail when your hurting and there’s no love?

Hey. How can you be so near me? And not feel anything at all? I’m agitated just by your presence. Our hands are so close, that all you have to do is take it. But no, you didn’t.

It’s impossible as well for us to hold hands. You have a girlfriend. You love her (from what I see).

And you don’t know me.

Monday. The first time you talked to me in the year 2010. You hugged me. And I was surprised. I couldn’t hug you back because I was holding my lunch tray.

How I wish my hands were free at that time, and so I could hug you as well.