Monday, January 19, 2004

Everytime I see you online, I wonder if I should send you a little message, just to say hi. But then, you never reply. And now, when I see you, I just stop myself from writing, and stare at your online icon, just willing for something to appear from you.

But then again, why should you do that? You're a guy after all, and guys are notoriously dense. Furthermore, we're just friends.

If this is so, why do I feel like begging you to just notice that I'm online - or that if you already have, then to just say a simple hello?

I feel like a woman obsessed. And it's not a good feeling. I'm not in control... and I don't like that.

Sigh. Methinks I've been alone for far too long.

Soundtrack of the day:

Summerbreeze
- Emiliana Torrini (from Love in the Time of Science)

It might have been a while
Since you’ve been loved
Like you should be loved

It might have been a while
Since you’ve been kissed
Like you should be kissed

In tender loving arms
Might be something you miss

Well summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
And something in your eyes that you cannot disguise
Don’t tell me it ain’t there

It might have been a while
Since you’ve been loved
By one who really loves you

It might have been a while
Since you could trust
That someone really cares

When people like us
Meant to go ’round in pairs

Summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
Something in your eyes that took me by surprise
Don’t tell me that it ain’t there

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