Ang labo mo...

Grabe. I...don't know what to do. It might seem too simple, pero it's like...i don't know. Very complicated?

I don't know what else to do. You don't want to tell your parents about...me asking you, taking you to our prom, being my date to our prom. I mean, how crazy is that? Are you just simply afraid of not getting their permission to attend? Or are you just ashamed that i was the one who asked you? That you're simply afraid of what your parents might think of me...that i'm not enough for the extra money...that it'd be wasted if i was the one next to you, holding you, being my prom date?

I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me...for thinking like this. I over think things. I do, a lot. And i'm sorry for not being perfect. I know, perfection is overrated. But you know, with perfection, maybe you'd be proud of me. You'd probably gloat. Tell all your friends, your parents, and not feel ashamed.

Perfection...like the woman you once loved. Something i can never attain.