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Monday, May 11, 2009
9:34 PM

Like a drop.

Dear You,

Once again I felt like I hurt you. Once again, like I did not want it to be. I don't know how many times I've written and never let you known. I wonder how many more sorrys I can say in my head till they mean nothing.

You were smiling, but I did not smile in return. I thought it was because I felt feverish. But then later I realised it was not.

There's this painful feeling in my throat right now. And the tears are starting to come.

Isn't that almost how they describe it in books?

We don't talk anymore. A stranger to you I've become.

Everytime he tries to be gentle I feel instead, like pebbles are being thrown, in wait of the stones that are to come.

I feel like at any second I might break, at any second I will start crying.

But why take it out on you too?

I have no idea.

But a stranger. A stranger I've become to you both.

Remember how you said it was a silent rebellion? Remember how angry you were?

I didn't hear, I really didn't.

When I heard, I shouted out. I shouted out in all desperation, but you never heard me. I rushed, I tried to answer. But no one heard me.

That's still how I feel now.

You're no longer angry, but I'm still in the same place.

How many nights have I cried into a pillow just so you won't hear?

How many nights have I wondered how thin the walls are, so worried you will?

I can't ask for help. It will hurt you more.

I cannot shed any more tears in front of you.

You say we must cherish the last few years. You try your best and I give back nothing.


I can't wear my heart on my sleeve, I keep it hidden under lock and key.

Pray for me.

You try your best and I give back nothing.

I am saddened for the loss you've recieved in this investment.


I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.