Aug 08, 2010 03:21
It's not a sin.
Neither as a crime.
I know she told me not to open the page, but my high level of curiosity can't be resisted.
I'm sorry my dear. Now, I found your other self.
I think I was like stalker, seriously. Reading it secretly, and act just like nothing happened. Meanwhile, I know it all.
When I found out about you, I was like troubled inside. I may accidently spilt it out when we talk. I did it sometimes.
So I hope when you find out the truth, please forgive me. PLEASE. I beg you, my dear.
I love to be your friends, because I'm happy whenever I'm around you. I was so way jealous with your closest friends. They can know you better.
It's hard to find a friends just like you. I'm honest. I got lots of friends, but they betrayed me. So doesnt matter how many I got, but still I'm lonely inside.
Same as you, I don't want anyone to know my existing 'other life'. Yeah, I know it's kind of troublesome. Here we can spilt it out, whether we hurt her or his feeling, it doesn't matter. We can say it loud as we could.
So, I hope you don't mind. And we still can be friends.
Deep from my heart,
Atiff,
One of your friends.
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