my life has became miserable..i know this we coming, but not this early.Not in the middle of my study.Right now, i truthfully understand what the feeling of the people that has been hurt in love.Its really pains.I cannot sleep, I cannot thinks well, I did not have any appetite for eat.rm, it really hard when it about heart.Heart is like the general of our body.If the general fail to gain power, so the effect it will course all the army to fully function.
Ok. Let we talk my love story. Last few month, i have meet such a beautiful girl. She got a beautiful eyes, beautiful smile and dimple on both of her cheeks. The name of that girl suit the owner of it.
For the starting, i the first one that said hello to him. hehehe actually, it quite a gamble move. hehe i never thought she will reply back to me. Hehe.. Starting that day, my life has change. i likes to chat with him. Actually we meet in the friendster.com. A web that we can make new friends. She be in my list friends about 2 years.But never have the strength to approve him.
Ok2.. Back to the story. We talk about many things, what are she up to right now, planning of life, what she likes. Both of us are going along well.
One day, during we chat. She act weird. She said that she not into a good mood. So asking why.I try to help him.After a few moment, she start to talk. She tell me that, her ex-boyfriends try approve her again. She didn't likes it. So as a gentleman, i try to comfort him. That what i good for. I likes to comfort others peoples. From the early ages, i got this weird attitude. I likes to hear others people problem. I likes to solve others people problem.hehe weird right?Actually. i know for a beautiful girl likes him, she must have some a relationship with others guys. It natural. I uses to google him through the friendster. Actually i uses to see she when out with the guys. But i never tell him. Let it be my secret.She uses to study at terengganu, not far from my house.
ok, back to the story. After that, she became more close to me. i give him advise, share somethings such as story, novel, songs and etc. I became falling to him, somethings that i cannot control or never be in my mind. I became addicted to him. Actually i am a complicated man. I always set in my minds that i will only fall in love in one person and that person will be my wife.but i never thought it will be this fast. i just 22. So, i try to positive, try to be more reality. Than she start to give hint to me. She keep telling me that if i go to KL. Came an visit him.She lives in Ampang, Kuala Lumpur. I still try to act cool. Act to be more mature.
After a few weeks,finally she got a jobs. A jobs at a famous bank. She the same age as me but she finish her degree early than me. She course only consist 3 years but for me. i have to complete 4 full year.( i taking engineering). At the moment. our relationship has change, i have to re-reschedule my life to get in touch with him. But somethings miracle happen for me at her 1st day work. i still remember, at 7. 45 p.m while i just on the way to go for eat. She called me.She waiting for her LRT. She quite scared, so she decide to call me. but we talk just a few minutes cause that time i were in a car.with my housemate. So its not a proper time for a long talk.I tell him that i busy that time and she understands. But my heart saids that not proper way to act to a girl. so i decide i will call her again when i reach the restaurants. And yes, i can her again. She has a nice voices. She likes to mix language during talk. i mean english and malay. For me that cool. That sounds educated. we talk about 15 minutes till her mother has arrive for pick her up. Our conversation ends at that time. It been a nice conversations.i still remember te feeling when i talk or hear her voices for the 1st time.cannot describe its.
erm, i thinks let me stop my story for this times. I need to stop thinkings about her right now. maybe if i have time, have a courage to write again. i will continuing my story. A story that has be change my life. i promise..
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