eunicee jotted on Monday, November 19, 2007 @ 11:35 PM
i hestitate whether i should write, for what i write often comes true, knowingly or not. Self fulfilling prophecies u may call it, perhaps. Therefore my catharsis cannot be completed.
The willingness to be there for one not expecting anything in return. Gaze upon one's near yet distant frame, yet trying desperately to grasp what may or may not be yours, be it understanding or affection. Silently patiently listening, silently patiently waiting... silently patiently.
ayee,
loving the one who doesn't love you
loving the one who once loved you.
amusingly, we all end up in a circle and a cycle, like a brightly lighted carousel twirling according to the tune of mockery and misery.
i'm glad God loves me. =)
side note:
Graceeeee is COMING BACK FROM MELBOURNE TMR! yayyyyy! i'm so excited. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! =D
whoosh, not logical a rant.
