Just Good Friends
My dear Pighead,This is a letter for you, though I'm not sure when you'll able to see this. You know what, you almost ruined my Chinese New Year completely, leaving so many question marks in my mind. I still can't believe why it was so hard for you to respond to my honest words on Friday night. I felt, confused, angry, and even a little humiliated. And I also can't believe how I managed to be this patient to have been waiting for your move for so long. I somehow felt I wouldn't know how to face you next time I see you, and I felt you were such a coward to express your true thoughts.
However, you know I've never been good at disliking or even hating people -- and I can never hate you. My friends gave me every reason not to talk to you in a short-run, but after second thought, I know it'd only give me more pain when I meet you in person, and you're the one I can't escape. How can I possiblly not see you at school, BHP, C-Functions, or any of our Sloanie parties?! Therefore, I've made this decision: I'll only remember how good you've been to me. I'll still show my biggest smile to you when bumping into you at Tang lobby. I'll still give you a Roxy hug when you get your dream offer, because I know I'll definitely feel happy for you.
Thanx for sharing so many sweet memories with me.
Thanx for having some great time with me at Warren Center, choosing me as the Teammate of the Day. And we could never hit each other's calfs so at the end I had to let you hit me 3 times to make you the winner. Remember, it was ME that let you win. I didn't lose~ :P
Thanx for teaching me those shxitty accounting problems, though I've never really understood them, ha.
Thanx for remembering my needs and collecting the Ohio quarter for me, completing my 2006 collection.
Thanx for cat-walking with me at ABC C-Function. We were the hottest modeling partners.
Thanx for that stupid dance-off at 141 at Halloween. I lost my Mickey earring that night, but inside I lost more than that because of you.
Thanx for appreciating my cookery. You looked so cutely happy when tasting my oyako don. Hey, do you know that cherry jello was made specially for you?
Thanx for being able and willing to call my real name. I liked when you put "ruEN" in your messages.
Thanx for singing those super silly raps to me all the time, mixing up fuxking and my names inside.
Thanx for teaching me weird English and Spanish words, though I still don't know why pants, mustaches, and pork are so attrative to you, haha.
Thanx for that super fun Thanksgiving game. Do you remember Jon said it was the best game EVER? It was so silly that I almost laughed to death.
Thanx for patting on my head when I felt blue.
Thanx for making fun of me when I said I'd passed the Trojan virus to 30 other people. OMG, it was too funny after I found out what Trojan represented here. You know I'm a little crazy -- I don't mind being laughed by you at all.
Thanx for whispering "good job" to me after I finished my part of our OP final presentation. Oh, also thanx a lot for taking the first pigs-and-chickens question for me.
Thanx for grabbing me into your arms when we tried to proved to people how great Cranies were.
Thanx for that big hug at the night I came back. You looked so excited when seeing me -- I hope you were!
Thanx for funnily and a little rudely coming to my place name my stuff. What a strategy, ha! Now when I see my broom and doggie dolls I think of you. I decided not to rename them -- after all, they were named by my best core teammate.
Thanx for refering me as beyond fantastic. I hope I'm still your Foxy Roxy and you my Awesome Ted.
Thanx for the Iowa T-shirt. Admit it -- I know you missed me during the break, ha! Those ai-yo-wei-ya memories are only exclusive between us, as nobody could understand where the laughing points were.
When I'm making the list of our memories, I'm getting some self salvation as well. When I'm making the list of our memories, you're not the heart-breaking killer any more, but my Mr. Hammy as always.
Poor you... you don't know what you're mssing. Come on, I'm the hottest gal in Mediterranean and I've been this sweet to you. You must have some problem in your head, ha. As my detaching-from-you process started, I know I may still cry sometimes and may still want to poke your head sometimes, but after I can totally get rid of my expectations toward you, we'll become Mediterranean's coolest guy and gal once again.
Maybe you're just that kind of guy as in Bon Jovi's Wild Is the Wind -- You want freedom, not commitments. I'm not sure if you'll be able to change some day, but I do hope you'll still be able to find your true love for life, as I'll find mine too.
Hasta la vista, babe! I miss you, and will be missing you, in another form of missing.
Yours,
Porkface
posted by littleroxy @ 4:03 AM
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