Dear Lovage,
I have just forwarded a little "test" to you. I hope you find it as revealing as I did just now.
Wanna know what my answer is??
The statue of Venus, goddess of love and beauty. It's not surprising at all that I chose to forsake this item, amongst the four: A running horse, a cottage, a photographer at work, and a statue of Venus.
I am tired of romantic love. I am incapable of it, I think. My mind's been flustered with nervous thinking by day and pensive introspection by night in the past 36 hours or so, and I can't help wondering what is more annoying, the fact that he said he loves me, or the fact that he said he couldn't give me the answer I wanted?
I wish I could scream from the top of my lungs, RIGHT NOW....
But I'm in the office. Alas, the ever so praised virtue of self-restraint.... Help.
Why can't I let him help me?
Oh, of course, because, at the end of the day, I am tired of romantic love...
Have you changed your flight yet? Do let me know if you're staying with the "Phoenix". Would love to get him a present. Shall we nickname him X? That sounds quite fun. Maybe he'd even like it so much that he begins to use it all the time! :D
At the moment I'm leaning towards not going home for the weekend, as I feel I have not enjoyed much quiet lately, and if I go home I'll have to keep my promise and go out with...you know who.
I would prefer going out when I know I can make good company, rather than when my mood chart fluctuates drastically beyond me.
I should go.
take care love.
kisses, P
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