Thoughts race through my mind.
"Oh my God. Rain. Its really her. She's so beautiful."
Rain, if the post you had on your blog was about me, this is my reply : Even if you know, would you do anything? Would you lessen my load? Would you give me a chance. Would you? So what if you know that you affect me physically and emotionally? So what if you know that I think of you Every day and Every night. So what if you know that I love you so much. So what if you know. Would you do anything?
Secrets are meant to be kept the way it is. They are not supposed to change. Some people change. Some people appear to change. I just keep my secrets. I will let you think what you want. How I feel towards Rain is a Perception. You percieve that which you want to. If you think of this as true love. I will give no comments. Think of this as an indecent obsession. I won't stop you.
Rain. You know how much I gave up because of you, 2 years. 2 years I stayed waiting for you. Am I going to give up this wild-goose chase? No. Probably because its you. I still remember your very first request. You ask me to find the song for the movie "White Chicks". I took quite awhile to get it down on disc. But by then, you were gone. Its now serves as a painful reminder of you. Every year, during your birthday, and during chrismas, I would get something for you. You can ask any of my brothers.
The year you were 12, during chrismas, I wrote you a poem on a piece of paper exactly a week before chrismas. 24 hours later I crushed the piece of bonded paper up, because I know that you wouldn't appreciate it. When you just reached thirteen, I created something out of my imagination I call "Bottled Stars", comprising of different variations of glow-in-the-dark stars, coloured water, stones, a glass jar and other materials. I drained out the water, but the artefact is still in my room. You know Pink Furry Ashley in my room? She was actually meant to be yours christmas present last year. If you look into my file, you might find a design of the your name "Rain". It was for your birthday. Did I remember? Yes. Did I have the guts to face you? No. Once bitten. Twice is too little a number to be shy.
God, I saw an Angel this morning. It was the same one. Why do I keep seeing the same angel. Is it because she's my gaurdian angel? Or is there only one angel in heaven?
I can spend an hour and a half thinking and writing about you. Its not rubbish. Its my deepest thoughts. But even if I'm in love or I'm obsessed with you. Rain, Do you care? If you bother just a bit, change my "No" to a "Yes". But I'm guessing it won't happen. It never will. Will it, Rain?
"Oh my God. Rain. Its really her. She's so beautiful."
Rain, if the post you had on your blog was about me, this is my reply : Even if you know, would you do anything? Would you lessen my load? Would you give me a chance. Would you? So what if you know that you affect me physically and emotionally? So what if you know that I think of you Every day and Every night. So what if you know that I love you so much. So what if you know. Would you do anything?
Secrets are meant to be kept the way it is. They are not supposed to change. Some people change. Some people appear to change. I just keep my secrets. I will let you think what you want. How I feel towards Rain is a Perception. You percieve that which you want to. If you think of this as true love. I will give no comments. Think of this as an indecent obsession. I won't stop you.
Rain. You know how much I gave up because of you, 2 years. 2 years I stayed waiting for you. Am I going to give up this wild-goose chase? No. Probably because its you. I still remember your very first request. You ask me to find the song for the movie "White Chicks". I took quite awhile to get it down on disc. But by then, you were gone. Its now serves as a painful reminder of you. Every year, during your birthday, and during chrismas, I would get something for you. You can ask any of my brothers.
The year you were 12, during chrismas, I wrote you a poem on a piece of paper exactly a week before chrismas. 24 hours later I crushed the piece of bonded paper up, because I know that you wouldn't appreciate it. When you just reached thirteen, I created something out of my imagination I call "Bottled Stars", comprising of different variations of glow-in-the-dark stars, coloured water, stones, a glass jar and other materials. I drained out the water, but the artefact is still in my room. You know Pink Furry Ashley in my room? She was actually meant to be yours christmas present last year. If you look into my file, you might find a design of the your name "Rain". It was for your birthday. Did I remember? Yes. Did I have the guts to face you? No. Once bitten. Twice is too little a number to be shy.
God, I saw an Angel this morning. It was the same one. Why do I keep seeing the same angel. Is it because she's my gaurdian angel? Or is there only one angel in heaven?
I can spend an hour and a half thinking and writing about you. Its not rubbish. Its my deepest thoughts. But even if I'm in love or I'm obsessed with you. Rain, Do you care? If you bother just a bit, change my "No" to a "Yes". But I'm guessing it won't happen. It never will. Will it, Rain?
"The sight of maple leaves gradually falling to the ground resemble the thoughts I have for you.
I light a candle, embracing its warmth for the cold of the end of autumn.
The horizon breaks over the ends of the sky, The wind across your face,
I think of my love for you as the falling leaves,
But theres no way I can see your face again.
The sight of maple leaves gradually falling to the ground resemble the thoughts I have for you.
Why did I only start trying at the break of winter?
My love for you trancends time, Two streaks of regret form into my tears.
Let my love seep through the ground, All I want is for you to be by my side again."
- Jay Chou - Feng
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