one day, i saw someone very pretty.
she was mild mannered and quiet, but she had a fiery temper you could feel burning gently while sitting near her.(no, its not you, so don't worry-.-)
she was kinda cute (minus ugly) when she was angry.
she was short and had short hair, but she was really strong. for a girl.
she was also very smart.

sitting beside her for two years, i learnt very little about her because she said very little. everything was serious, because i'm tongue tied around girls. even until now.
we were friends, but our closeness would only be for distance, not for friendship.

after all this time of hating, disliking and scorning her, i think i kinda start to know how she felt.

there are always two sides to a story.

all this while, i only knew the story of my pain and suffering losing a friend.
i never found out how she felt about it.
i never figured out how she must have been troubled by an idiot spamming her with msgs that don't make sense.
i never figured out how it felt to be tailed all over the place.

thinking that its so smart, the frog dies of its stupidity.
it fails to feel the water boiling gently under its own skin.

if i could, i'd apologise.
but there's nothing to say, i guess.
when my sin of being ignorant goes unrealised, so many things happen without me seeing.
i should start thinking of others more, in the right way.
i'm not the centre of everything, other than myself.
i'm just being inconsiderate if i dont think of others.

right now, as i type all this, i wonder how my life would have been different without that genius in and out of my life.
its the last year in this sch.

it really sucked big time this last year.
but i was ignorant for 3 years.
now that i see more, its feels much lighter, much better.
there's so many wrongs i wanna right, but i'm not superman.
i can only try.
and it won't always work, it may turn out for the worst.

forgive me please?
i know i've wronged you.
and that you havent forgiven me ever since 2 years ago.

like teck said, i shouldnt leave this school with regrets.