Brave. Bold. True.
Man, the title looks like it could be in a sports jersey as a mantra.
Hello everybody. Advance happy Valentine's day to y'all. Today I will gonna tell you some story. A one happy night. Just like I always say, I hope you will enjoy my Valentine's offering. Without further ado, let's do this.
It all started in the last few weeks of January. I'm planning to say some things to her. Mostly bad things. It's the things that I want to say badly to her, toned-down version. Well, even if I'm somehow angry, I still don't want to offend or hurt her because she's a friend of mine. And then I also want it to coincide with Valentine's day. So, what did I do? I borrowed one picture of her in Photoshop and do some magic on it. I make it look like a drawing. And then I construct a small letter that has my said thoughts on her. And then comes February 12.
The first thing I've done is to ready myself from afternoon tonight. I played NHL 07 on PPSSPP so I could be ready for something. And then, I sent to her my Photoshop masterpiece and the letter that I've made using JotterPad, and man, it has some spaces that make the letter longer. Then, I contacted my classmate that is also close to her and I have a message on her. Aaaaaand, she replied (you can celebrate now). She questioned if I'm serious about what I said and she said that I shouldn't be sorry because we couldn't stop being in love. She laughed based on her reply. But let me tell you this, if I am sad or disappointed, I'm really sad and disappointed. It's not a joke. But back to some shivering stuff. We talked about my feelings for her and what are my characteristics when I loved someone. She can't believe that I still can't let go of her. I said that I sometimes go insane because of love. I said that is a bad thing of me to be a guy that can remember things greatly. In school, it could be good, but in love, it's not. I also said that I could do anything for the girl that I love. I said that because of my Grade 10 crush, I won a quiz bee, and not just that, I won it without any mistakes (fun fact: one of my readers' brother is in that same quiz bee, and he also happens to be our SSG President). She said that I am effective if I'm inspired, which I am. I also promised to aim for a better grade not just for her, but for the mother frigging teacher that gave me a 3 even if I passed all of the requirements needed. It sucks but I should need to rebound for it. And she looks happy when I said that. I also said that I'm too showy because of my pick up lines on her. And then she said good night. Even if it ended like that, I'm still high in love.
What a night it was. It was one of the happiest things that happened to me in the past months (other than when I watched Spiderman: No Way Home). Because of that, some of my blogs about her aged like spoiled milk. I learned that she treasured my efforts and she praised me for being brave in my feelings for her. It is the meaning of the title of this blog. And don't get me wrong, I feel that she is giving me a chance to prove myself, not rejecting me straight up. To all the miserable people out there I have something to say:
There is still hope. There is still damn hope.
As always, I hope you will gonna appreciate and love my blogs. Take care in 2nd-semester people. God bless you and your family. Peace. Love. See you on the next blog. Adios.
My red cheeks,
Ramueeeeeeeel
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