I shouldn’t write anything about her any more, but I can’t help myself not to write about her. This feeling has to be expressed and I have no place to do except my blogs. I’ve also known that you’ve already bored reading this one, but just let me help myself, if you don’t like to read this entire blog, just go away and please don’t come back! Let me alone here…. For your convenience, I’ve moved all my next posts which tell about her from my main blog to this friendster blog.
Actually at this time, I have no problem with her. I’ve stated into nothing to lose condition. She’s already happy and I don’t want to break her happiness. She has already found someone who is the best for her. Even I can’t be the best for her, it’s not worthy if I still want her to be mine — this only is my egoism, just think my happinness and not her’s! and this is not the love should be. I know the time when I should have to surrender. And beleive or not, there’s some happiness in my heart when I know that she has already in happiness.
No, no, no! this is not about my old-and-obsolete feeling about her. I’m affraid this feeling are growing into unhealthy obsession. For me, she’s the best woman I’ve ever met through all of my life. And consequently, now I’m trying to search another woman, if possible, as similar as her. I don’t care, I just want woman like her: her bright and beautifull eyes, her smile, her attitude, her tenderness, her childish sound, and everything about her… This is not good for me.. This makes me hard to accept the one who loves me, who does care about me, and actually I do not want this things happened…
And.. wanna know the effect? let me show that..
Do you see the picture on the left side? Don’t you think it is so familiar? Who is she? If you are informatics student just like I am, you must have been already known with her. Yes, she is one of my lecturer in my department of informatics engineering.
Yesterday, I met her and submitted my "work on company" documentation. It was the term for informatics student who wanted to get their first degree. It was so strange whether I was so nervous when I had been meeting her just like if I met her (the last "her", refers to the one whom I am telling you in paragraph 2). It was shamefull.. I shouldn’t felt like that.. What a heck kind of this feeling? Am I crazy? I don’t know though…
Note: pardon me, the picture above is not under permission of the one who related to this picture to be uploaded here. It’s kind of my crazyness I think.. I’m so sorry ma’am