two hundred-third.

dear (k)you,

pardon me. this one is for a little boy i know.

i've known you for quite some time now (5 years i think?), and frankly, you're still the little boy i met. you still have the same body structure, the same face (okay maybe not so much, you've gotten a bit of stress all over), and sadly, the same attitude. yeap. you're still a little boy.

i prolly won't ever admit this, but i want you to grow up. grow up and see me as someone more than an older girl. as someone more than your friend. 

cuz like what you said, i am in your friendzone as much as you are in mine. but the thing is, i would get you out of that zone in a heartbeat.

thought you should know.

now, back to our regular programming... (k)you on the other hand, you won't ever be in my friendzone. and quite frankly, i won't be ever in yours, although our zones are very different from each other. 

but anyway. there. maybe it's time i talk about someone else. i'm pretty sure if i talk about the asshole again, it'd be more than what he deserves.