Remain
Description
“Chances… I gave him too much.
But when he took my hand, I knew it was worth giving.”
I’m not really the type to patiently wait for something I want to have.
But then, I met him.
And I forgot all about myself for a while.
Foreword
Another scoop of 3,460 word-vomit for Valentine's Day. I know it's a bit late but hey, at least I made one (I had managed to insert this even though my schedule's a bit tight with all the classes I'm having). I don't know what got to me when I made this and maybe for the next following days, I'd laugh about this too just like what I did with Bushed.
The guy I like has finally read it (yes, just a few days after I posted it, and he even read the comments) and before I could imagine, I'm writing another thing about him again. Yes, EVERYTHING REAL. BASED ON FACTS. REAL EVENTS. I don't know. I just sat down, typed it in and waited for some inspiration to come to me. I'm happy with all the feedbacks I got from Bushed and I wasn't expecting I'd do a sequel about it (forever grateful towards Becky-ah for expecting a sequel!). I had lost my hope that day! HAHAHAHA
So, today, I'm here again. With another story, something I should laugh about after a few days. (Gimme some tissue, I want to cry) I know he'd laugh about this in one way or another. (He told me that Bushed had made him smile) Hopefully, yes I'm hoping this won't go to a waste. I'm not expecting for any miracle to happen. I just want to make him smile. Again. And make him realize that he's the person I'm talking about. And yes, he's the everything to my nothing and the everywhere to my nowhere :)
I'm sitting beside the box of untouched chocolates right now (you'll understand what I mean after you read the whole story).
And yeah, happy Valentine's Day everybody :)))
-white63
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