A Chat. Part 2.

If you don’t know me, or haven’t met me in person, I suggest you to not read the following post.

And I mean it. Please. It’s none of your business. It’s none of anyone’s business.

So, here I am, sitting in front of my set of Personal Computer, again, writing something I want people to read, nor I want people not to read, again.

And it’s about her. Again.

I should’ve been the one that started the story.  But she’s the one that did.

With another book. And she’s happy with it.

This whole thing’s a problem.

But the problem is not her. Nor the other book she started her story with.

I am the damn problem. That’s right. I am the damn problem from the damn beginning.

Didn’t I told you in the first part of the chat? I did not open the book. I did not start the story.

She’s happy with her book. She likes the book. She LOVES the book.

No, if you thought I blame the whole thing on the book she’s reading now, you’re wrong.

I am still holding my book, though. Tightly. And it is still closed.

Stupidly, I want her to be the one who opens it.

What a dumb fool I am…

~ by blubchoc on April 9, 2008.