drained

I dreamt about you last night. Well, not really about you. I dreamt that I'm holding our baby. It's a girl. That you take us to a trip to a festival, then to a resort. But you don't appear often, I saw you chatting with your friends. So, most of the time I'm holding our baby girl, walking around. She is so beautiful and melt my heart. I wander if I daydream about being with you too often, that this dream appears. Well actually, I'm with you yes, just that you ain't with me.

Today is your birthday. Happy Birthday, my dear. I do hope you enjoy the day and that your wishes come true. Even if it will hurt me. I know you want to be with her. I even wander if you want to spend your birthday with me. These two days, a chinese song somehow keeps on popping up in my mind. The part of the lyric kept on coming is like... "...Counting down 3 seconds, I will start to try my best to forget about you. Sometimes love is like a serious flu. Wait until the fever is gone, and it will be fine..." I wander... does that means that I want to give up? Or do I think that... you like her, so it's best if I start preparing myself to get heart broken?

I won't give up on you, at least not now. Not when you are falling, like this. I'll back you up... and give up when you find your happiness, if it's not me.

Will you ever see me again... My love energy meter is so low. I doubt myself... even stronger. Yet, I need to pretend that I'm fine. So ppl around me will like you, if they ever get to know about you... Angie is right... I just want to be with you, period. As stubborn as your no birthday attention, period.

I think that my love battery had depleted... so the text I send to you earlier will be my last text. It's your turn now. Maybe another week, maybe? You seems okay without me...

ok.... maybe I says thing too early... I couldn't help it so I called and got voice mail and another text. So, that will be the last then.