Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Hello X. :)

So X had been communicating with me since Feb. 4. Twas before our (Perfection, Apollo, X & i) competition.
One of the main reasons why he PMed me was because of the dare. Yea, cuz Perfection will be hugging him.
But the dare didn't actually happened. Details seemed futile to state here.
We said alota stuff. And he gave me his number...yea. He didn't asked for mine, he just assumed i'll text him if he gave his. But i did. So yea. :\
And you know what, X won first place in the said competition! Something which i highly didn't expect.
And for the past few days, we've been texting like shizzz. Like all day long.
And hey, i aint trynna complain.
I actually enjoyed exchanging pick-up lines and reminiscing with him.
But somehow it felt wrong...like i'm sort of betraying Apollo.
Yea. It's nothing like that. I know it is.
So i asked a friend. Asked what i should do. She simply said i should stop.
So i did.
And he'd been texting for 2 days...stating that i didn't text him all day.
I've been making up excuses.
And i somehow feel guilty...but i know that this seems right.
I'm stopping.
Right this instant.
Well, maybe tomorrow...yea. Prolly. :)

I want someone who'll willingly hold my hand without thinking twice...

Maybe yea, it seems shallow...
Maybe it seems foolish or something...
but it's true.
Maybe it's too much to ask...
but still, i hope there'll be this one person who'd be willing enough to hold my hand without shaking it off with disgust.

My hands are, technically, wet. Not always. But wet.
Maybe i get too nervous knowing that i'll get to hold someone's hand...so this might explain the sweating.
And dancing...yea. My hands always get wet whenever i dance with someone.
So yea.

It's just sad, y'know. Seeing...sensing that Cookie doesn't want to hold my hand just hurts badly.
Standing right next to him with his wifey hurts like fucking hell. I just can't stand it.

I curse my hands to the utmost pit of hell.
I just hope that this coming Sunday, while i teach Apollo our promdate dance (kung tuloy), my hands won't get wet. Or that he'll just hold my hand like he means it.