Happy Birthday to us.

Wow.

A seven month affair sounds odd for me.
They know me as the easy shit who stays in a relationship for a month or less .

I know.
I am a bluffer.

I started faking after I realized I'm still inlove with a guy I dumped on my gradeschool years. I am a certified idiot.

Thank you.

I don't fake them, actually.
I am not that awful.
I simply try to love them. Then eventually I will.
Then after sometime it will blench. It will fade as soon as our first monthsary ends or worse, as soon as I begin to get tired of 'em.

After a year, I realized that I can now say that I am fed up with what I am doing.
I am still inlove with this boy.

The hell.

I waited for him and it's not just for the heck of it.
I want to wait 'cause I want to be with him.

Yeah, yeah. The Girlfriend.
I didn't fought with her, I swear.
I was just surprised when I heard negative things about me from her friends.
Maybe I was wrong because I waited for him?
Ah, or maybe I was wrong 'cause I am still heck inlove with him?
I don't really know what's wrong with it.
But it's over. I want it to be over.
And I am pretty sure she ended this issue long before I did.

And so I waited...

For a year and a couple of months, a girl was waiting for a boy to come back.
How absurd, Tine.
Stupid.

I am pretty stupid when it comes to love.
Cheeesy.

And you think I stood still while I was waiting for a year?
You think wrong.
I gave up for a couple of times.
Never worked.

Blah blah blah.

To cut to the story short, The guy eventually came back and regained his love again.
Now we're still together for seven months and running.

I should have tell the short way instead.
Haha. Oh well.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
SEVEN MONTHS.
The Longest in my record!