The most beautiful sound in the world to me is not forest bird sounds or babbling brooks or even the ringing of church bells. Its hearing you whisper, 'I Love You', over and over again -M
So will you be mine forever...
what to say my home was used totally....the beautiful table, the small one which I used so precious...even I didn't dare to put my coffee mug on it, cuz it could lead to stain. he used them, there was a lot of bandages with blood stain on it. needle? I don't know a whole pharmacy. gawd this man never ever fill me with peace.
I'm already broken that I cant accept my crush proposal, it is hard for me. my actual reason to hate love is my past. I try to deny it but that's the core part. they fight day and night keeping me in between, I wished to die at a young age cuz of my parents...not everyone has a peace childhood. but I never wished them to leave e all alone, it is the most terrifying thing to happen for such a small age girl. being independent is what helps you in this cruel world, no one helps you when your at your worst. no one, maybe being independent is what hold me back from accepting love?
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"as my parents, maybe one day I could fall in love...but in the end, I don't want to die like them."that's why I promised myself I should never do the same mistake like them, its universal truth that no one stays with you always, but if someone does...what will I do?
yn: I don't want waste my energy, you came after a month?
jk: exactly 23 days. hee[he smiled, but I could see he has some dried blood stain on his face body]
yn: what happened you look like you came from war? are you really an solider?
[ I asked, unbelievably..cuz every time I meet him was a fantasy, a action one]
jk: umm, I told u. I'm spy.. [ he groaned as he tried to get up from my expensive sofa]
yn: are you hurt, I don't wanna be rude but do you know your shitting on my new furniture.
jk: ha, I'm hurt...how could you scold a sick person. [ he pity fully moved his eyebrows as he telling. not falling foe underrated acting]
yn: stop it you look like a mess.
jk: oh, I never seen someone handsome than me. you know.
yn: you must have see my crush. [ shit, why do I always spill my beans to him]
jk: crush? [ he asked as he lifted his one eyebrow..a lil violently]
yn: yes..and he proposed me.
jk: you like him?
yn: how could I not, he's so handsome, passionated...arhg definition of perfect.
He looked at me in a pure anger showed plus a cute jealous shining through his knuckles as he's controlling.
jk: oh, really? wahh, such a perfect fellow...so what did you do.
yn: I rejected him.
in a instant the knuckles gone red, his face creeps a sly smile, damn hes happy..anyone world could see it, he controlled his best but his smiles first.
