The Best Day Of My Holidays So Far

I finally got my Christmas wish - I GOT TO GO OUT WITH MY FRIENDS!! :) Okay, so it wasn't a whole day, but who's complaining? I mean, I got to go out with my friends, dress nice and feel good about myself, and have a lot of fun~ So seriously, I am not complaining.

We went out to Orchard Road, where it seemed that almost a quarter of the country had gone too. Pushing through throngs of crazed Christmas shoppers, fighting your way past hordes of insane aunties who had also planned to enjoy a day out with their friends, it was all painful, scary and yet fun at the same time :) We walked till our we nearly collapsed, and then spent the rest of our time taking retarded photos of one another. I'll try to put the photos up, but I might just get strangled by the others... XD

Oh yeah, since it's Christmas, I'll be sending Christmas cards to my close friends again. And just as always, I'll try to write a letter for everyone. I don't really know why I like to do it so much, it's just that I personally love the feeling of getting a letter from a friend, especially if it's a hand-written one. There's a feeling of warmth so strong that it keeps me in a good mood for a long, long time :) So that's kind of where the problem lies this time.

Since I'd started this little Christmas 'tradition' of mine, I've been writing to 'Edward' as well. (Come on, I'd be a fool if I didn't make use of the chance!) However, since he graduated last year, and I've just graduated this year, this year feels like it's the last chance I'll have to write to him. I don't understand why, but there's a feeling of finality this year, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I was kind of wondering if I should confess to him this year. In writing, of course, because I seem to be unable to say much in front of him without turning into The Human Tomato...

However, I know he doesn't look at me that way (it's obvious enough, though I'm still dumb enough to hope) and so I'll get rejected. DUH. But then our friendship won't be the same, you know? There will be awkwardness and much avoiding. Plus zero keeping-in-contact. This is seriously killing me.

I've liked him for two whole years - Is it time to let go, or hold on for a little longer? :( HELP!!!

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