Saturday, 19 November 2011

No. 2: Write her a letter:

Dear Fafrina,

Hey, you doing alright, buddy? You sounded pretty sad the other day and I'm kinda worried. I hope there's nothing bad going on. And even if there is, I want you to know that I'm always here, no matter how cheesy that sounds!

I really want to drop by your house, but I keep thinking that I might intrude if I do that so I just stay at home with my computer and the Internet. To be honest, I kinda dislike the fact that school's over right now. You know why? Because I can't see you guys. 

Sure, we have online messengers and telephones, but it feels different if I'm not talking to you live... Also, whenever you're on the phone, you seem distant and I don't like that. *sadface*

I wonder what you're doing right now... You're probably reading all those romance novels that you downloaded, huh? Well that sounds nice... I wonder how your husband will turn out to be like. Maybe he'll be the romantic sort 'cause you like those mushy stuff. Maybe he'll sing you a love confession or take you on a boat trip down the lake, if there is one here... Just the thought of it makes my spine shiver, you know, because it's so cheesy that it hurts. ( = 3 = )

Yesterday I kept thinking about all the fun stuff we did in school. I was chuckling all to myself while everyone was sound asleep. Come to think of it... that's quite disturbing...

But I do feel thankful that I got the chance to get to know you, Musheeroom, and everyone else. It makes me smile even as I remember all the embarrassing things we did well, mostly me because I'm really, really weird \( = A = \).

Can't wait until we could meet again 'cause really, I miss you guys.

Well, putting all those aside, have you seen what I made? Do you like it? I hope you do. Because, you know, it was made just for you. I really want to show you the slideshow I made, but I couldn't seem to upload it here, so I can't. Maybe I can show it to you when I get the chance to visit your house later this month? If you're not going anywhere, that is..

There's something important I've been meaning to tell you for so long, but you never want to listen. So now, I beg you please, listen carefully - or read carefully- to what I have to say...

CHARGE YOUR FREAKING PHONE, DUDE! 
I CAN'T CONTACT YOU IF YOU DON'T CHARGE IT, DAMMIT!! 

Love, me.

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