Seven TwentyOne... and this is our Story

Through tears, joys, bland days, deep shit, Starbucks coffee and a million text messages, we're still here and we tell our story. KB & P.

Monday, August 07, 2006

She cried during Lunch

She (Ali) came texting me last night, asking help from me, sounding terribly in need of help, indeed. Apparently, her ex-boyfriend e-mailed her telling her that he wants him back. I am not one who loves the attention of scandalous ordeals and its cousins and so I wouldn't want to divulge what the mail contained. But basically, it went as the guy professed his old love for Ali. Knowing him, a jock and all that, I take his intentions darkly and negatively. I don't see how he could still be in love with her when it is him who left her for some other girl. And to pop in after so long without their lines of communication open? There was something telling me things ain't right. She got scared, and confused until she couldn't help it anymore. Her tears just flowed out when I read the mail and asked her how she feels. To the guy, stop bothering Ali. She's happy where she is right now--with me.
But personally, I wanna thank the guy. He reminded me how hard I worked for me and I to be where we are right now. For more than 4 long years, this is what we've both been working for. And I am going to make sure that nothing or nobody will get in the way. Not now, when everything is as real as it can be. Actually, it made both of our days perfect. I breezed through the day, nothing really stressing aside from Intreco, as always and the thoughts that I'm about to major in less than a month. After a month, it was also the first time I went home early again. No rehearsals for Remix '06 anymore. Ahhhh, i missed this. I missed everything.