My Confession Box

Saturday, August 23, 2008

My friend once asked me, “Perry what would you do? Would you say something that you would regret after saying it or don’t say it and regret forever?” I recall 5cm/s and I decide that life should not be filled with regrets.

To: “You Know Who”

You are an exotic flower that I have chance upon throughout my life journey. Often we hear the phrase “Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder”, certainly this phrase is true. To the world you might be a nobody but to someone you might be the world.
Unlike other flowers that would attract most people,
You are not the most charming, neither are you the hottest.
You are not tall or very refined. You dislike wearing heels, skirts and doing what other females love doing most of the time.
The above does not matter to me. What’s most important is that “你是我心中的好女孩”

Although you might not be even be seeing this, however I want to let you know how I feel. Below is something that I have wrote describing about how you have played a role in my life. Ever since you got into the picture, my mood revolves around you. Whenever I close my eyes unknowingly you would always appear, causing me to smile for no apparent reason at times.
I never expect anything in return, all I want is a small corner in your heart and mind. Such that one day when you get sad or recall the past, you would remember me and laugh it out.

Prologue:
Certain things just happen in life, we have no control over them.
The chance of us meeting is 1/4000000 = 0.00000025%, yet through chance we were fated to meet.

Ever wonder what happens when the sharpest spear, said to be able to pierce through anything, pierces the unbreakable shield?
This phenomena is best described as an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. What would happen? [Something earth-shaking occurs]

When such a times comes, one can do nothing but fall desperately into quicksand.
Such phenomena is said to be beautiful but yet painful.
Though pain is certain, many still yearn for this phenomena to occur. Sheer irony

[I thought I was immune...]

I always thought of myself to be immune to emotions, one that is cold and hard hearted, I thought the above phenomena would not apply to me. However is it really good to be a rock?
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” – Albert Einstein

Chapters 1: Confession
You are like a flower that is surrounded by trees, it is so difficult for the wind which wants to pollinate your seeds to get to you.
During one point of time, the wind plucked up all its courage to your feet. But sadly the first meeting failed, like a river I might seem calm from above but deep below is a state of high turbulence. (Some things mean a lot to me, it’s just that I don’t show it.) 070808
How I wish our story would be as simple as some others, yet heaven loves to create such cumbersome sight.

My heart has been stabbed by a poison dagger, how I yearn for it to be pulled out, yet if you pull this dagger out you will be hurt by its venom. Though the pain is exacerbating every minute, however it pains me even more to see you hurt. What dilemma

Chapter 2: Recollections
The first time we went out could be compared to that of the river meeting the river bank. Through its way of finding you, there was a rock that stood in the way which might delay the arrival. Because of the rock that was there, my mood changed. I was angry and panicky. [200808]
Our first meeting was 8 hours long. For a moment there was this long period of silence, I felt awkward and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk, but everytime we did so, I was the one who usually start the conversation. I fear that if I keep talking, you might find me irritating akin to a pest.
The times that we had together were not long, however it will be engraved into my memory. In the context of love, the laws of time does not extend its reach. A moment can be eternity, eternity can be the tick of a clock.

Epilogue:
To veil and bury this emotion till the end of time, while watching and protecting you from a far like a guardian angel?
To open Pandora’s box to experience this mystical feeling and let fate decide it’s course of path?

the origin.9:56 PM