He who made me happy...

He who made me happy last night wasn't the one whom I expect. He who made me happy was not measured by the time he spent with me and how he did. He who made me happy was not measured by what he paid for me. He who made me happy was the one who has been around the longest despite my contemplating status.

Despite all that miseries I've been through, he never failed to make me smile and feel special in my very own way. Despite all the let-downs I've given him, he never failed to still be there just in case. He could have been the one, but one whom was never given a chance, space and time that was needed.

I dunno what I should do... Oh have I told you, KI is down with chicken pox.. I probably have.. Anyways, he keep asking if I can come by to keep him company, and I amazingly keep saying No with no sense of guilt- which felt right. And he on the other hand, did not blow like how I expect him to.

I always think that someone would eventually come, take my hand and end all these miseries and confusion that I'm having.... To think that there's even someone who would like to take me, is just a dream build only to be shattered...

That's it.. I better get back to work.. Enough said...