Set up for construction; pretty for destruction
Demolished hopes like a fallen house of cards. Thats all he felt. Dejected. Puzzled by the mixed signals. Or was it a one-sided love affair that made him so intoxicated, he had imagined signs of interest from her phone messages. Every breath he took was as essential as his thoughts that revolves around her. She was his mind fuel.
There was a blueprint for development. Brilliant and full of potential. He had the heart to give. But does her heart have the room to accomodate his?
There was a blueprint for development. Brilliant and full of potential. He had the heart to give. But does her heart have the room to accomodate his?
your dosage was administered by \m/ Adrian \m/ at 1:12 AM
2 Comments:
hey bro, really, you do not know what exactly happened, nor do you know what she's really thinking. so there's pretty much no point to be imagining things yourself. chances are, hopefully, things aren't what you make them to be. i hoped you did go for your gig, though i can't really join you, physically. otherwise, remember, things could have been worse! so that's how things go huh...
Hey, pOsItivE thoughts remember???? hehe, so think +ve. . . and situations have a way of turning the way U want them to be after all. =)) it will. =PP
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