these are from the torn pages of my kept-hidden journal (actually a prescription pad i got from my aunt)...yeah, torn and someday soon concealed no more.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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i followed him. with all the energy left in me, i rowed the boat and followed him. i plunged deep into the ocean of honesty not realizing i was soaking wet with shame. that time i hoped the waves would just swallow me up and i'd be gone. i buried my face in the pillow where tears of humiliation quickly absorbed. i've spilled the beans and concealed no more. we spent hours near another tower again. although some things went past our expectations and turned out frustrating ( coz we weren/t allowed to stay there)...it wasn't so bad at all. i don't know but circumstances made me doubt his real intentions. and i'm so scared to give in. yet the moment i saw him cry, my heart melted. his stare is unmistakably telling me the truth. he really does love me. i wish i could float along but i'm afraid i might sink and he won't be around to pull me out in time...and save me again. but if he's really willing to risk and swim well despite the rough tides, i might not just float...i'll make wave.
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