*hidden entry #3*
the third day and the worst. you cannot imagine how it must have felt to have to hold the umbrella much lower than necessary to hide the tears that were streaming down my face on the way to work.
the third day and the worst. you cannot imagine how it must have felt to have to tell people about the situation like it was all nothing, when deep inside, i was just bursting to tears.
the third day and the worst. you cannot imagine how lost it can be to hear that laugh, knowing that he's happy. feeling happy that he's at least happy, and yet that ridiculous disappointment refuses to budge.
the third day and the worst. i've never had to share a cab home with him. even when i wanted to, it was never to be, and on this third day, this lousy third day, i had to. you simply cannot imagine the icy feeling a few moments before the doors closed. and that burning feeling all the way through.
the third day and the worst. i had to share the lift with this laoya ka zua, who only ventured even more in when i poked it with the tip of my umbrella.. -_-"
心还是很痛。可是因为有你们，我才能顺利到家。
thank you all. its times like these when you know people care for you, when you know you are loved. the scm said, '开始讲话，才算开始疗伤。' but i'm not ready for that yet. the day i start talking to him, will be the day i fully come to terms with the fact that we'll no longer be together anymore.
