Not fair at all.

Won't you just let her go?

For hours at a times, I had heard you whine, about her and her failure at manners, and how you wish she'd understand. There was even once you fell asleep crying, and the phone just hung up on me. I had spent an hour calling you - 37 missed calls in total. Have you forgotten all that?

There was once where she cheated on you, and went for someone else. All that while I stuck around and tried to get you back up. Going early to school to get you bars of chocolate to give you that smile that she took away, to somewhat get you through you day. And all that while, you had been lying to me - but I forgave you.

Now, all I ask is a little gratitude, a little appreciation for the little things I had done. I don't need a party, nor a bouquet, I don't even need a card or long speeches for that matter. All I want is for you to listen, for you to stop letting her get in the way of our friendship even though she's been long gone from your heart.

Just a little friendship, in exchange for all I have given.

Never bored of.

God knows why.

I swear everyone likes Taylor Swift, it's only whether they admit it or not.

Hard to express the emotions.

It's great, but yet strange.

It wonderful and so inspiring to visit my blog and see comments from people I don't know, from people across the world, from places all over. They leave comments, and compliments, sometimes telling me they can relate and it just really lifts my spirits sometimes. Makes the space-time compression theory so much more real, and intriguing.

How I'd wish I could say it, but it's impossible to express, really.

Do I miss her?

Yeah, I do.

Because nobody could read me the way she did, nobody understood how it was to feel jealous and to feel so many things the way she did. I hadn't known anyone as deep as her, and connected with me like we did. But Erica says it was all an act, only because we had done the same wrongs that we could click. I'd like to differ, I think it was special.

She was special in many ways, and I pray to God everyday that she'll remain beautiful.

I felt sick.

Can you remember the first time you ate bitter leafy green vegetables?

I remember everyone telling me Chye Sim was nice and good to eat. So I held it in my chopsticks, expecting something good and when I put it on my tongue, all I tasted was bitterness and i spat it out. Now, everytime I look at Chye Sim, I don't remember the moment before I tasted it but only that awful taste that lingered in my mouth.

You're like Chye Sim, only worse. Lee Jin Jun is the epitome for disgust.

Here's your round.

You wanna play this game where one of us will be shot down.

Here, you've won.

Never will you.

I throw the phone aside and shut my eyes.

I'm not crying, neither am I going to. I just close them and throw my head back onto my pillow. Soon, I realise I'm praying, to who or what about, I'm not very sure. But I find myself pleading and hoping within. I think about it for a bit and I figure - I'm praying for you to understand.

God knows you probably never will.

It's a small world.

Distress cooes within me.

As I turn on my computer, I'm restless and frustrated, not knowing why. For no reason, I feel an impulse to visit my blog and there, I'm greeted by a comment from a stranger, probably no one I know. But he/she says she can relate to how I felt, and suddenly, I'm overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth.

Maybe, no one's ever too distant to care.

Again, I'd suppose?

You're rattling about all these plans like a naive little boy.

When I tell you blatantly about my lack of interest. Instantly, I hear your voice fall and you sound like you aged a 100 years in a second. And I feel a slight ache to the left of my chest, almost as if I can feel the same pain I might've caused you with those 5 words. I wanna apologise but it feels too late.

Goodnight, baby.