#66.
A lot of this evening was spent anticipating your coming. I've flickered over facebook and msn, hoping to see your image or your name under the 'online' section. I know, why? To be completely and brutally honest, I want to find a reason to talk to you. I don't care if our conversation only lasts five minutes, whenever I even get a reply from you, I feel an infectious smile spreading across my face. You make me happy.

I love this;

You know the feeling you get when everything goes perfectly, constantly and nothing's ever wrong with anyone or anything? Well, me neither.

I don't know if I do the same for you. Though you told me I did in the past, the past isn't regarded as important right now, in the present. All that matters to me right now, is here, and now. Here, and now, where I want to be talking to you. I would ring you up, but I'd just feel like I'm interrupting your life. Something that you'd rather have behind you, running up and popping up in front of you is never pleasant. I don't want your talking to me to have to be a chore. I want you to want to talk to me. Oh god, I'm selfish.


I find it freaking hilarious that the fact you just logged on, makes me want to click you as fast as I can and shoot fifty million questions at you. Sorry I'm so obsessed. Sorry I can't get over you as quick as you'd like me to. Sorry I can't see you as just another friend.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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