..I felt like singing "hanging by a moment".but decided against it..
Last sunday, after the dreaded but not so dreadful GCAT exam, I called him up--just checkin out if he would care to answer and he did. as usual, he said he missed me...for heaven's sake a lot of people miss some other people--wouldn't he make me feel any betterthan the rest..and to think he used to make me feel i was the best--without him knowing it and that's the problem.
.he did in a way, telling me he'd like to see me. but of course, not this weekend. he has to meet that special someone...and ofcourse....here i am, the understanding friend who has waited for him for a year when he was out there searching for something, and he goes home, misses another girl and guess what, i'm kicked out of his priority list(when i was in it, i was at the bottom, second from the bottom...make that third...drat...somewhere at the bottom).
Fine...so i thanked him for congratulating me in my decision to take up MA Lit. Nice...but that' s a crap as compared to the s compared to things i want to tell him face to face, the things he's supposed to understand without me saying them to him.
. While i was holding the phone, i couldn't help feeling like Michael Berg (The Reader).
"the only way we would be free is to disclose something needed to be disclosed but we'd rather keep it hidden."
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