A Little Girl's Post Images of how lovingly he looked into her eyes kept surfacing... how he held her hand when he didnt need to...the familiar way of how he lifted their hands slightly when they went down the steps. I made myself stay and take in everything. Haha.. maybe I'm really a sadomasachist like what some of my friends say. It hurts but I saw it through. Maybe.. he did all that just as an act so as to get the prize. But it still had an effect on me, though it's seriously not his fault. I really shouldn't be feeling the way I do too. So...feeling down, I went for a walk along clarke quay...past those many curious stares from merry-making people along the clubs. The bridge was nice... the river was a deep dark blue, comforting in its way. I know nobody realised I was gone, which was probably a good thing because I could be alone. When my phone rang I was half tempted to call up my friend to ask him not to leave, and take up his offer of drinking by the roadside. B...
