I found him. The one that i can call my own. The one man that manage to open this heart like its never been close before. I love him, really i do. With all my heart thts left, i love him. I thnk god tht made us meet in my reality. Those things tht i thought would never happen to me again has been awaken by him. A simple love but enough to make me blissfully happy.
I know my insecurities will get in e way of my relationship but im happy bcause only those things that seems to be e problem. Nothing else.
Khayrulhayat, i really appreciate all the things that you hve done for me. I pray every night that we will stand strong and make our way together till jannah legally in e eyes of allah swt. Because you are nothing like them and i can proudly say how awesome you are as my boyfriend. May god never change our feelings we hve towards each other..
Im sorry that im not a perfect girl. I hve lots and lots of imperfection in me. & if you are willing to stay with my countless flaws, i promise to be the best girl for you.
I love you, khayrulhayat & i will always do.
Angels♥
11:25
I hve my story. Story that i don't usually like to tell. A story that leaves a scar that can nver be heal.
Should i tell you? That scary past of myne. The day when i live in darkness and in fear. It might not mean anything to someone but it mean everything to me.
Those days where i have to really endure long hours of school. For normal kids, it pass by so fast but for me, minutes feels like hrs & hours feels like days. Everyday without fail i have to hear unpleasant thing about me. Being a laughing stock. Being a topic for them to make fun off. What am i? A robot or an object for their never ending project discussion? I have feelings but that is what they fail to notice. Theres even a time when i skip my break time and sit alone in my class, wanting to avoid all of that. Being far away from ppl. Its heartbreaking thinking about tht past of myne. A 14 year old girl receive a letter full of unpleasant words, talking about her parents and herself. She keep it to herself. Not wanting to show anyone, not wanting to show anyone of what she thought is the view of ppl towards her. Crying to herself. Keeping things to herself. Being paranoid of wat ppl would think of her. Just how much can a 14 yr old girl could take? Until she's 17... And 18.. And so on. It effects her. Effect her on how she is today. Nobody will know what shes gone true. Because bullying should never exist. Words can cut much more deeper. It kills someone hope to dream of a happy tomorrow.
& honestly, there must be a moment when you feel like giving up and end it. Trust me, its that bad because im that 14 yr old girl who wishes to die during that painful years of my life.
Angels♥
10:37
Friday, 26 April 2013