Another Chat.

Back at Junior High, I was completely different from what I am now.

I was inside a box. The lid that closed the box was wide open. I simple had to climb up and get out of the box. Unfortunately, I didn’t do that.

I was closed. I was anti-social. I was a nerd. I seldom talk. I don’t understand why people still wanted to befriend with me back then. I was not worthy of becoming a friend of anyone. Still, I had many.

Then I avoided talking with girls. I avoided looking at their faces. I just avoided girls. Every time I get near girls, I blushed my face. Hence, I wasn’t (and isn’t!) at all attracted to boys. To be honest, I had a lot of crushes with girls. The problem was I didn’t know what “crush” was. I couldn’t make differences between what a girl-friend was and what a girlfriend was.

Until I met her. I realized that thinking that way is the wrongest of all ideas.

The story started last year, when I went to a higher level of education. There had been a huge revolution within me. My revolution in socialization. My transformation in communication, all of that because I couldn’t stand my progression in civilization.

An enormous change, I might add.

All of them are because of her.

It was her who guided me to the open lid of the box.

And finally, it was her who pulled me out of the box.

Thanks to her, I’ve changed.

But thanks to my old habit, I can’t hide it when I blush.

Thank you my November, for guiding me out of the labyrinth of darkness…

Then, my problem goes back to my Chats.

The problem of she’s being unpredictable.

~ by blubchoc on April 15, 2008.