The cousin is doing better, he’s awake but not talking.
He MIGHT be paralyzed from below the neck down but we don’t know yet.
Whatever, at least he’s breathing. That’s all that counts for now.
I like my iPhone.
It allows me to blog, whenever the mood strikes or whenever I need to.
Like when I’m at the hospital.
But Facebook’s iPhone app is annoying. I keep getting my friend’s notifications. It doesn’t just happen to me, other iPhone users face the problem too.
And my iPhone 3GS isn’t even jail-broken.
Moving on to the main point of this post.
I just had to get this out of my system.
I won’t pretend to be a saint.
I like you. You attract me to you.
It could be your eyes, your smile, or how cute you look with your hair falls on your face a certain way.
That is undeniably part of why I like you.
But I also like you because I see a person inside that I might like. Yes, not just how awesome your eyes look but also the soul that I see behind those eyes.
I might not know you well enough but I do know you.
I can see it in your face. The way you close your eyes, take a deep breath and wish life would slow down.
You’re tired and troubled. You’re carrying a heavy burden on your shoulders. It may not know what it is but I can see that it is causing you distress.
We all have our troubles, myself included. But sharing the load helps.
I wish I knew you well enough. And you knew me well enough.
Well enough for me to approach you to ask what’s wrong. Well enough for you to share your troubles with me.
Some may mistake this as insincere. As I’m only doing this because I like you. If this is true, I’ll be painted as one who is a selfish opportunist, helping others only when it is beneficial to my cause. But I know I’m not like that.
I know I’m not like that because I am sincere. I like you therefore, I don’t want to see you in any pain. This offer of help and hope does not depend on you liking me back. It will not disappear even if you do not feel the same way.
It is because the way I feel about you is the person that you are and not simply because you happen to like me.
I wish I could find the door and I wish you’d let me in. It hurts me to see you having problems and me not being able to do anything about it because I know that if I try, everyone (yourself included) will think that I have a hidden motive.
Which I think may be true ( because I do like you) but what I am certain of is that, I don’t wish to see you so stressed out. But because of what might be preceived, I cannot come any closer to you even though I wish I could.
But you don’t know me.
You know what my name is but you don’t know me. Similarly, I know your name but not who you are inside either.
This statement of sincere intent to help is all I have.
I know you’ll never see this.
Even if you do, you’ll never know it’s for you.
We don’t know each other well enough.
