"keep quiet... keep quiet... as much as you want to tell him, you hafta keep quiet, because hell will break loose if you don't shut up...



you DO know how scandalous this might look, following the and/or with gossips all around...



there is nothing wrong with him but your connections..."



and as much as i'd like to believe that there is no such thing as luck or fate or stuff like that, well... the world does seem to be conspiring against me.



but i miss him so. i missED him so, and i still do, until now, even when he's already home. i still do.