https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?63544-riansuzini en Mon, 18 May 2026 05:48:36 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?63544-riansuzini https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?639-Sorry-Is-Not-Just-A-Word Mon, 15 Feb 2010 16:45:29 GMT I recall as tears well up my eyes...

Knees bent. Hands clenched.

A clear image of you looking far away is what I see...

I am sincerely sorry.

Sorry.

(speechless)

I don't wanna lose you this way 'cause I never really wanna lose you.

The chance will always be treasured as much as I am going to treasure you more now.

It's not easy for you. I was so ungrateful.

Still thank you. I'm still sorry. I'll never cease thanking you now that I owe you all this.

I love you. ]]> riansuzini https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?639-Sorry-Is-Not-Just-A-Word https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?363-Cross-my-heart-yet-never-my-soul Thu, 14 May 2009 07:08:20 GMT I don't pretend. I comprehend.

I shrink when I hear you scream.. Is it my emptiness you mean to take away? Please.. if you want to, please take it away yet don't let me cringe when you scream again.

I am all by myself when I miss you. I don't wanna miss you-but I do!

Damn right?!?

Whe you try to reach me, just tell me.. I'll extend both my hands before you try to grab one of them. Don't make me look like shit 'cause I am also human. Don't make me cry too hard 'cause my tears might dry up..then maybe..just maybe..it won't try flowing back again.

I love how you try to touch my skin. I see you in me. I see you as a blessing. I see you like an angel.

I am what I ought to let you see me. I tell what's true. It's your discretion if you think of it as a lie. It's OK, I know where my words stand.

I am what I really ought to let you see me. Try to seek what's within me then you will understand.

]]> riansuzini https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?363-Cross-my-heart-yet-never-my-soul https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?207-It-s-in-him-whom-I-owe-my-everything Tue, 20 Jan 2009 09:40:01 GMT Lighted days are not that sober. I take my steps easily as I glide along that narrow and steep alley.

I was never guided. When I stumble, I slip easily.

I figured a hand stretched and asking me to take a hard grip...and I did...then I stood up. I brushed the dirt off my skirt.

It never went away. It won't till I wash it by the time I'll be home.

He does not care if I'm looking petty in my countenance. He just wants to lend me the moment.

Then we walked away. ]]> riansuzini https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?207-It-s-in-him-whom-I-owe-my-everything