Click.

Delete.

Click. Delete.

Click and delete.

When thoughts filled you up, when you don’t have a space for other things, when we cannot even think straight, we tend to do things on impulse. And yes, I deleted my posts.

I missed you.

Missing you.

You’re not going to know this post anyway.

You’re not going to put any interest in my blog.

Because I am insignificant to you and that you wouldn’t even notice my disappearance.

But I am thankful, because you’re still my dearest friend.

And after all this while, I still love you. As a friend, as a sister and as someone else who wanted you to reciprocate the love that I gave you. No, still giving it to you.

You were the best I ever had. And still you are.

When someone asked “why do I like you so much?”

I searched for every possibility why I like you, and I still cannot answer it.

Because I think I really like you.

I can’t find any reason.

You were right infront of me, why didn’t I notice you?

I should have notice that when we were on the phone almost every other night when I was with my ex-boyfriend.

I will never stop you from pursuing your happiness.

You should know that.

If you’re happy, I will be happy for you.

Even if you’re with my worst enemy.

I don’t care, I don’t even mind.

As long as you’re happy.

And as long as you’re going to stay with me like a buddy, I’ll be very happy.

And I will be. (:

Do you know another thing?

You taught me patience; you taught me why I shouldn’t be in a hurry when I do things.

 I’m waiting. For you.

Again, for you.

You know I still do.

But I will move on; I know that we are impossible.

And the right one for me will eventually come, till then I won’t let prejudices get in my sight.

Perhaps then, you will be my friend, just my friend.

Nothing more.

P.S I won’t name your name out.

I respect your privacy.