Friday 16 November 2012

Unspoken

You text me this afternoon. You said thank's for the present. Well, I'm glad that the package's finally there. I wanted to reply your text, asking whether you've opened the present, since I've written on the tag to open it on your birthday night, but something made me too lazy to do it. I don't know.. Maybe I'm too afraid. Afraid that you'll reply my text, unpleasantly.. Or maybe I'm afraid that you're actually hate the fact that I still sent you a birthday present..
What I know, I just want to sit here, in the darkness and silence, waiting..

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