Wednesday, May 05, 2010 | mama's making soup that smells sweet like dessert. we chatted on the phone for one and a half hour.

you asked me to keep talking. said you're listening. i thought you're probably just bored and dun wanna be alone. i've nothing special to say so i talked about some old things. things i said to others million times. i told you how i luv his voice. how it shook me. i also implied i luv yours too. you asked me if i was in bed. if i'd taken shower. i said yes. then you asked me to come over to be with you. but then quickily said you didn't mean it. it was around 2 in the morning. we're both tired but couldn't fall asleep. my mind's wide awake the rest of the night.

23:11 Posted in adaptation | Permalink | Comments (0)