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I thought you loved me.
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.Masita | 마시타

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Monday, April 02, 2012 Monday, April 02, 2012
i want to write about you but..

i've pick out a date.
30 april.
i'll be home.
i want to leave earlier but i want to celebrate someone's birthday before i go.
if you ask me what's our relationship i would probably say...
friends when sober
lovers when drunk
honestly, i dont know what going on.
when i first met him a year ago, i was actually smitten by him.
he took good care of me, buy me meals.
and then we just lost contact.
not until a few months ago he added me on facebook and that was just it.
and then one day i suddenly got a call.
i just finished work,tired to the max,snowboarded the day before and met a freaking jerk the night before.
probably one of the worst day in my life.
when the call came, i was hoping it was someone else,
someone who owe me an apology and i might even forgive if he gave a good explanation.
but then its was him... someone who did not even cross my mind.
met him for supper.
he changed.
no longer the person i had a crush on.
put on weight, no more six pack.
well.
i changed too.
lose a lot of weight, korean got better.
when we used to meet back then it was so awkward cause my korean was shitty and so was his english.
come to think of it...there was never really any real conversation back then.
when we met again this time, everythings so different.
saw his druken side too many times and i dont know if anything he said then was legit.
he did said some weird stuff, stirred my heart a little.
but eversince the last guy, my heart have been shut tight.
in the end me and korean guys, no future.
no matter how you think about it, its impossible.
they play around with me and i play around with them.
it works both ways.
till the day i leave, i just want to leave you with a good memory.