Between 1 to 2

I've never had someone i like read my blog before. Here i go secretly writing about her and she goes home and reads it. She found my thoughts. Well actually i told her about it.

I focus on what i want to write on. I think about her while my mind sways to the music from my computer. My fingers seem to be dancing frantically around the keyboard. Searching for the right letters, hurrying as if afraid to be caught.

I write not to let others know how i feel. I write to tell myself how i feel. I'm not sharing my thoughts. I'm just telling myself things, reminding myself.

(An sms interrupts me.)

She's telling me she can't sleep. But that was at 12.18am. Now it's 2am. Abit too late. She has always been too late for me. So now i guess it's my turn to leave her waiting. This time she tells me so many things. I'm getting too tired to even think about them. All i can say is, 'It's too late.' But what i leave out is, 'I've got someone else.'

Leaving out isn't lying. That, i have to point out. It's just that she never ask. So why should i tell her, her bad news, which is indeed good news to me.

Now on to better issues. Firstly, just read her blog. It made me smile. Secondly, it's always nice to know that there's someone who loves you. It gets better when you learn to love the other. Thirdly, soccer is great fun especially if you're deprived of it for a month. Fourthly, 'subarashi' was a hell of a ride.