It was me. The birthday present, the orange note, it was me.
"What Dina said, that was on Amilah's blog, the dialogue?
That's not true. I'm not that kind of person. I know this because
Amilah told me the other day that Dina told you what Amilah
wrote on her blog. To believe me or not, that's your choice.
I know what I know. I don't know what Amilah has against me,
but never mind her. This is about you and me. And _ _ _ _ _,
if I smile and I talk to you, that means I like you. Please don't
ask me if I do. Admitting it would be weird. Oh and please
do not talk to me or ask me anything about what I said, ever.
I really don't wanna talk about it. Love, A_ _ _ _ _ _."
I guess that's the truth. That's all. I think. And I shall not bother your life anymore, because it would be awkward if I do. >_>
Good luck with her, okay? Try to have a REAL conversation. You guys don't even talk to each other. :|
That's not true. I'm not that kind of person. I know this because
Amilah told me the other day that Dina told you what Amilah
wrote on her blog. To believe me or not, that's your choice.
I know what I know. I don't know what Amilah has against me,
but never mind her. This is about you and me. And _ _ _ _ _,
if I smile and I talk to you, that means I like you. Please don't
ask me if I do. Admitting it would be weird. Oh and please
do not talk to me or ask me anything about what I said, ever.
I really don't wanna talk about it. Love, A_ _ _ _ _ _."
Ring a bell? You see, I asked her to do it, give you the present because I didn't want to give it to you, because I thought it would be awkward, being your ex and all that.
The note? Well, my first intention was to get revenge on you, because I was mad at you. You didn't believe me when DD told you about what I said on my blog, instead you got mad. At me. And you asked me to delete the post. I'm guessing 'cause you don't want people (like anybody would know, cause I didn't write any names) to know bad things about her? And then, you sent that message to Izyan, saying that no one's gonna stop you from having a relationship with "her".
That time, I realized that I really needed to do what I planned, because if that's what you want, to be in a relationship with "her", then I can't stop you (not that I planned to), and I didn't want to get in your way, so I couldn't have given you the present. At least, that's what I thought.
Look, I was a mess, I still am. I just wanted you to be happy, I wanted you guys to have a real, lost-lasting relationship with no fights (or at least not much) and lots of love. I really do. I pray for you every chance I get. I'm ready to give up my happiness, as long as I get to see you happy. 'Cause that's how much you mean to me, dude. That's how much I care about you, and I don't really mind if you don't give a damn about me. I don't. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm just telling.
Keep reading. I know, you told me not to write about you anymore, but I needed to do this, or else you won't know the truth.
Okay, I don't know if she likes you or not, I'm sorry I lied. You'd probably be mad right now, and if you don't want to talk to me ever again, I understand. (Assumptions, yes. Let it go for this once, please.) But it seemed like you were so sure she does like you, and that she was the most perfect human being alive, and I didn't want to ruin your hopes by trying to convince you that she's only gonna date you for experience. I don't even know if that's the truth! I wrote about that because I was confused. I was confused of how someone could be so nice and innocent on the outside and so mean on the inside. Maybe she is perfect? Who knows? I don't have anything against her. Or at least I think I don't. But that does not matter.
I just don't want you to get hurt. I wanted you to, at first. I'm sorry. But like I said, it changed. So, you want to believe me or not, that's your choice. I'm only telling you what I know. If you don't want to listen, that's not my problem. Maybe she does like you.
I'm sorry for lying, I'm sorry for making "her" give you the present of 18 Mars bars. I know they're your favorite chocolate. I hope you enjoyed them. Back to being sorry. I'm sorry for making that fake note. I wasn't thinking straight. I just wanted revenge. And I wanted you to be happy. I don't know, there were those two feelings at the same time. Whatever. I'm sorry for everything.
The note? Well, my first intention was to get revenge on you, because I was mad at you. You didn't believe me when DD told you about what I said on my blog, instead you got mad. At me. And you asked me to delete the post. I'm guessing 'cause you don't want people (like anybody would know, cause I didn't write any names) to know bad things about her? And then, you sent that message to Izyan, saying that no one's gonna stop you from having a relationship with "her".
That time, I realized that I really needed to do what I planned, because if that's what you want, to be in a relationship with "her", then I can't stop you (not that I planned to), and I didn't want to get in your way, so I couldn't have given you the present. At least, that's what I thought.
Look, I was a mess, I still am. I just wanted you to be happy, I wanted you guys to have a real, lost-lasting relationship with no fights (or at least not much) and lots of love. I really do. I pray for you every chance I get. I'm ready to give up my happiness, as long as I get to see you happy. 'Cause that's how much you mean to me, dude. That's how much I care about you, and I don't really mind if you don't give a damn about me. I don't. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm just telling.
Keep reading. I know, you told me not to write about you anymore, but I needed to do this, or else you won't know the truth.
Okay, I don't know if she likes you or not, I'm sorry I lied. You'd probably be mad right now, and if you don't want to talk to me ever again, I understand. (Assumptions, yes. Let it go for this once, please.) But it seemed like you were so sure she does like you, and that she was the most perfect human being alive, and I didn't want to ruin your hopes by trying to convince you that she's only gonna date you for experience. I don't even know if that's the truth! I wrote about that because I was confused. I was confused of how someone could be so nice and innocent on the outside and so mean on the inside. Maybe she is perfect? Who knows? I don't have anything against her. Or at least I think I don't. But that does not matter.
I just don't want you to get hurt. I wanted you to, at first. I'm sorry. But like I said, it changed. So, you want to believe me or not, that's your choice. I'm only telling you what I know. If you don't want to listen, that's not my problem. Maybe she does like you.
I'm sorry for lying, I'm sorry for making "her" give you the present of 18 Mars bars. I know they're your favorite chocolate. I hope you enjoyed them. Back to being sorry. I'm sorry for making that fake note. I wasn't thinking straight. I just wanted revenge. And I wanted you to be happy. I don't know, there were those two feelings at the same time. Whatever. I'm sorry for everything.
I guess that's the truth. That's all. I think. And I shall not bother your life anymore, because it would be awkward if I do. >_>
Good luck with her, okay? Try to have a REAL conversation. You guys don't even talk to each other. :|
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