the nicest boy and the not-so-nice girl

hugging me so tight i couldn't breathe, i laughed and asked why.

"cos i don't wanna lose you."

"... but you won't."

"i'm not so sure..."

with that, he slipped into dreams. rudely awokened later by me, i whisked him to clementi mcd for the manu/chelsea fa cup match. i spent the next two and a half hours anxiously watching manu fight and then lose pathetically at the bitter end. goof cheered on enthusiastically for chelsea's victory, for that meant the sleepy boy could finally go home and sleep. =\

still, that statement bothered me. why would he think that? it pissed me that i made him feel what i hate most - insecure. arghhh, he needs to know that he's stuck with me!

i questioned him about it the next morning.

he dismissed it as nonsense sleepy mumblings.

grrr. who's being silly eh?

if i could turn back time,
"nothing in this world could tear me away from you."