you're like the North Pole of a magnet bar,
& i'm like the North Pole of a magnet bar too.

so there's no way for both of us to be close together.
there's a force that will always push us apart..
& this force is called the obstacle.

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that was what was said then.
but now, he'd added a part 2.
a sequel..
a rebuttal to whatever bullshit she said:

however, if you put a metal bar in between, both magnets will stick to it..
& will be close to each other.
that metal bar dissolves the force that pushes us both away.
& that metal bar is what we called love..

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was it supposed to sound romantic?
she really really really hate & avoid going to jurong east/clementi area..unless she really really really cant help it
too many things that happened, making it hard to forget.
just when she thought she did it.
someone help plant some false memories in her.
tell her she didnt ran into him on the bus
tell her he didnt text suddenly & incessantly
tell her he's with some other girl now, happily ever after
tell her he wasnt at the basketball court near her house waiting
tell her to get over it already

well, perhaps she did she thought she did.
& she was about to blog about life being unnaturally peaceful & calm like the river.
& how she despises that

& yet the kind her current friends love & led during their JC days (unlike hers) & still leading it in the same fashion.
to whine about things being monotonous
to tell her girls how much she misses the days at the Grandstand after school & getting all dirty at the ODAC corner & basketball/netball court etc

to try & recall how beautiful the sunflowers in school were
to compare how much she enjoyed the thrills & dramas that occur every so frequent than all these now
to reminisce all the fun & joy & food & laughter & tears & sweat & ice-cream..
things sure were beautiful back then.
life sure is lonely & sad without her girls
shall she transfer to NTU to be with all of them again?

tell her something true when all she's known are lies.
tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses, not black.
all these things are true..

but then again, all that was before.
right now, she rather stay where she is now.
sure, she misses the dramas & all, but suddenly, she doesnt again.
it gets draining after awhile, doesnt it?


tell her something positive.
more herself.
tell her -
"This is it girl..it's going to be gone soon."
"i know.. what do we do?"
"enjoy it."

i will enjoy it; consume me emotion.
keep your distance, watch me. please.

that's more like it.

myheart draws adream
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