Patience

My hair's still wet, and I can't sleep with wet hair, but I need to be up early (say 7am) for a short run tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to run a little faster, a little more this time. I need to get my exact height and weight measurements too, I can't stand trying to diet without a clear goal... But to see exactly how fat I've gotten... This isn't gonna be fun. Sigh.

I've got chores to do as well, since I don't have work tomorrow. Vacuuming, mopping, laundry... The whole nine yards. Sigh. Bring it! I'm planning to head to the beach after that though, to just sit and think about things for a while. There are so many thoughts running through my mind that none of them make sense any more. So I'm hoping to head to the beach tomorrow, sit down and just quietly ask the thoughts in my mind to present themselves to me. I need to hear them.

Our end-sem results will be released tomorrow, though I don't know what time. Checking twitter should be enough though - I'll bet you any money that it'll be flooded with the anxious tweeting of TP kids awaiting their results.

A thought from today that presented itself to me:

Hey.
Something tells me that you're that person I'll never stop loving. No matter what. No matter who I meet, no matter how much time has passed, something tells me that you're that person, the one who'll forever have that special place in my heart that belongs to no one else. Love may come in many forms, and I don't think that the love I feel for you is as simple as the usual girl-loves-boy kind of love. No, this one is different. This one has many more layers than just that. Doubtless that I will still fall in love with someone else, doubtful that we actually have a chance to be together, doubtful beyond all reason that you've ever looked at me that way, but it doesn't matter. I kid you not, I don't feel hurt that you may not look at me the same way, that you may not love me as I love you.

But what I have is Acceptance. And a different kind of love that promises I will be content even if I never see you again. I can't explain it. And even if I could, I probably wouldn't. You either understand what I mean from these words alone, or you understand nothing at all.

In the meantime... Patience. Till the morning comes.

Now this is beauty.
Wish I could look like her.

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