Lapsed Post

Office. Here's what i was supposed to write the other day.

I have a belief that once I love someone, I have to keep anything about him to myself, because whenever I tell other people, especially my friends, the one I love slowly fades away. But this time, I want it to be different. I want to share this to everyone out there.
Urie has changed me in unimaginable ways. I wake up always looking forward to greeting him a very good morning, or reading an SMS from him saying the same thing, too. Well, I've always been a morning person. Waking up to a morning when the sun is hovering in the eastern horizon, with the tail end of the evening wind rushing past my face, is always a welcome event from me. A gift. But honestly, to this day, there is no more precious gift that I treasure more, besides life, than a seashell picked up from the beach shore during Urie's swimming trip. The seashell is precious, but Urie is the greatest.
He and I had been textmates for the past few weeks. A chance missed call and a hi started everything. A week into sending messages, on a Wednesday, he sent a message saying hi and asking how I was. Of course I replied that I was okay, and that I was hoping he was fine also. He didn't reply after four days. I then texted his other number. I learned from his cousin that he had a vehicular accident. When we got to talk a few days later, I learned that he was reading my message when their car got hit. That was the start of this friendship. Up until now, we're still seeing other.
The other day I admitted my feelings for him, but all he said was that although he's open for a relationship, he isn't ready. Oh well, things went down the drain then.