Cause it's you and me,
and all of the people
with nothing to do, nothing to loose
And it's you and me,
and all of the people
And I don't know why,
I can't keep my eyes off of you.
- you and me by Lifehouse-
That's so true, it's just you and me with all the people. And it's true I can't keep my eyes off of you.
So why not just give it a shot and see how it goes? I pray to God to show me the way of dealing with our thing, and just when I'm finished, this song was heard through my random playlist. I take it as His way of showing me not to be affraid because it's just you and me. I pray to him not to let me down so low when the outcome was not as I expected. We're no longer schoolchildren who can say we're happy just by seeing each other happy.
The truth is, I think my happiness lies with you. And I think I really can't keep my eyes off of you.
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Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I would let you be
"are you hitting on me?"
"would you let me be?"
How sweetly coincidental our nickname connected to each other, whether they were indeed purely coincidence or just one of demon's ways to tease me like it (now, but weirdly not then) normally does, I couldn't really tell. But hey, I think I've let you know that yes, I would let you be.
What we have are chemistry mathematics and mystics, from the calculation we did on the first trip in that damn cold cloudy Sunday full of delayed trains and long bus trip; to the time when we tried to logically talk each other out from our mysery amid the steaming smoke of our ramen and my hot-chilli-paste hissing.
Ours are astonishment and inopposite attraction, from the way we cursed Milan while at the same time worshipped Maldini; to each and every matching words we typed even before we knew what the other was going to say.
Ours are loneliness and curiousity, from the routine thirst of the other's company; to every minute we've shared listening to the other's story, dreams, and hope.
Ours are not biology nor physics, neither children's game nor barring approach. My adventure, your world. My books, your sports. My wandering mind, your focus. My youth and childish heart, your maturity. My balance, your archer.
"would you let me be?"
How sweetly coincidental our nickname connected to each other, whether they were indeed purely coincidence or just one of demon's ways to tease me like it (now, but weirdly not then) normally does, I couldn't really tell. But hey, I think I've let you know that yes, I would let you be.
What we have are chemistry mathematics and mystics, from the calculation we did on the first trip in that damn cold cloudy Sunday full of delayed trains and long bus trip; to the time when we tried to logically talk each other out from our mysery amid the steaming smoke of our ramen and my hot-chilli-paste hissing.
Ours are astonishment and inopposite attraction, from the way we cursed Milan while at the same time worshipped Maldini; to each and every matching words we typed even before we knew what the other was going to say.
Ours are loneliness and curiousity, from the routine thirst of the other's company; to every minute we've shared listening to the other's story, dreams, and hope.
Ours are not biology nor physics, neither children's game nor barring approach. My adventure, your world. My books, your sports. My wandering mind, your focus. My youth and childish heart, your maturity. My balance, your archer.
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