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Sunday, February 11, 2007

And it goes on...

Sigh. I can't take this anymore. I feel burned-out already. I haven't felt like this since... well, since my CS days, and I'm not getting younger. The thought of thesis and practicum, plus a pair of majors courses is taking its toll on me. :(

And there's her. Oh my. I absolutely adore her. I love the way her hair flows oh-so gracefully and naturally over her shoulders and back, how she would hum and sing at times, how a gentle breeze would let me catch a whiff of her scent. How lovely she looks in white. Of course, she does the 'retreating' thing that is almost common to all HSPs (highly sensitive persons--overwhelmingly introvert-leaning people) and it is indeed a lovely, if also strange thing to behold.

I still couldn't hold a fairly normal conversation with her. I guess its kinda my fault, too, since I never really mingled with her even before. :( But even then, I still find her very interesting.

I know that I'm ready to do things for her, to sacrifice some.
Oh golly gee, does that mean I already have "feelings" for her? Shoot, I don't know. I wish I knew.

Am I willing to tell her how I feel about her? No. Its a very big risk, and I'm not about ready to risk everything, including my studies all over again.

Sigh. Sob. Will I have to be content admiring her from afar? Day by day, that seems more of a 'yes'... :`(

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