It bugs me. You do this quick switch when I’m around when all I’ve ever asked for is you. The real you. You’re coward and it’s never going to work. You’re a coward because you refused to face anything put in front of you. You’re just never going to try. Just because you’ve ignored it doesn’t mean it never existed. You’re a coward because you refused to say it or do something about it. It really wasn’t that difficult. Nothing about it was complicated.

Oh yeah, Happy almost Birthday.

Deuces.

Thanks for the call and keeping company. I help you, you help me.

I like it like that.

(Source: 082108, via shelbylovexo)

I wanted to give you a Red box with a bow on top. Red, not because it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, but because I know it’s your favorite color. It was Christmas of 2009 that I asked you what you wanted for Christmas because you got me a Hello Kitty shirt. You said “Idk. I don’t really want anything.” I still begged you to tell me what you wanted so you just said “Oreo’s.” I always told you I’d get you a whole bunch of ‘em but I never did. So I wanted to fill that Red box with Oreo’s and Snickers because I knew you love them. It was your birthday last year that I asked you what you wanted, and you told me a list of things. One of them was a bag full of chocolates. So I also wanted to fill that red box with small little chocolates. I’d also give you a ticket to the moon but sorry, long-time couples have booked all flights.

Along with that red box, I wanted to give you a Happy Birthday card. Maybe, one that sings too. And at the very bottom of that red box.. will be a hand written note. A note that said everything I’ve been meaning to say the past almost one and a half year. I wanted to write to you that I’m okay and I can never hate you. I wanted to write to you that maybe the thing that happened was mostly over-analyzed by my hopeful mind. I still think about that date you know. But anyway, you’ve always been clueless so.. writing this note and straight-up telling you would probably do justice. Or, will lift a hundred tears, What if’s, the Fuck yous, and all the things in my mind. See, the note will be at the very bottom of this red box because.. well.. it’ll come from the bottom of my heart.

Clock’s ticking and I don’t know if this will be a good idea. Sometimes you can be such an asshole to other people, but it made sense when you told me the reason why you were so different to me. Showed you cared at least.

I don’t know whether or not to make this Red box come true to give to you tomorrow. I was thinking of calmly turning around to where you sit, handing you this red box and saying Happy Birthday! I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, or others the wrong idea. Think of it as simply a nice gesture.. 

But no. I’ll just consider this Red box of ‘yours’.. mailed and unreceived.

I’m actually and officially over it. Over, you. We’re friends, and guess what? I’m enjoying it much better than the “expectations” I gave. Oh goodness, I can’t even. Lol.

You know you’re over someone when you can actually say “Why did I ever..” and not regret it.

One morning a girl received a text from a boy. It said “I really like you.” She didn’t know whether to feel happy or mad. Those few words were very unexpected, and something she didn’t want to hear anymore. They stopped talking way before as distance was growing. Sad part was, they see each other everyday- but as strangers.

After school of that same day, she and her friend was waiting in the car for another friend. They drove to the other side of the school to pick her up. But instead, she saw him- the guy who texted her that morning. That one second she spotted him, feelings built up fast. She was angry, sad and mixed with everything else. She got out of the car and ran to him. They hugged like they haven’t seen each other for years.

She broke it off and pushed him away. Tears were running down her face and he was speechless. She finally had the courage to speak. And she spoke loud. She yelled “Do you know how it feels like to wait?! I’ve waited for so long and to finally have the guts to give up on you and force myself to move on? Then suddenly get some message like this?! Do you know how that feels like?!” He didn’t know what to do but to pull her in and try to hug her. She pushed him and cried even more. She looked at the ground to avoid looking at his eyes. Tears fell like raindrops.

She spoke quietly and asked “Do you know how that feels?”

I get scared to finally say hi to you since it’s been so long. And you were right about us completely being MIA from each other over the summer. But I was hoping to prove you wrong. That somehow this is all going to work out. That this is all going to fall magically into place. It’s not. You have to meet me halfway, and all this time you haven’t at all. I’m scared knowing the fact that it’s like were on two separate worlds that we can’t build a bridge to make ends meet. I’m scared of the fact that once I see you again, I’ll be head over heels just like day one.

I forgot that he visits my other Tumblr. A specific post was directed to him. I think it was pretty obvious that it was. I’m sorry.

What are you trying to tell me? Am I just simply over looking things like I always do? When I’m all set and done. Something comes up at the very ironic time, and it’s like I’m not suppose to step away just yet. I’m just about done. Let me be. I’m over it. I want you to be another chapter closed in the book. I’m ready for the next story to unfold. Stop lingering.

You’re so clueless.