Sunday, January 08, 2006
He's in love with love... not me, really. Just love.
I feel like his dog sometimes... Slavishly trotting after his heels, hoping he would deign to turn around and pet me sometimes.
What i'm trying to say is that: he looks for me mainly when he's sad or lonely and needing some 'lovin'. But when he's happy doing whatever he's doing, i don't hear from him... Until he feels lonely again then he calls.
:(
and it's only been 6 months...
9:40 PM