Thursday, June 03, 2010,
Everyday I wait for the bus, glancing around, checking to see if I'll see you coincidentally at the bus stop.
I never do.
When other people tell me they've seen you, I ask myself whether we really aren't meant to be.
I've never seen you once on campus till date.
I can't sense your concern for me at all anymore..
I think I'm no longer part of your life.
11:07 PM