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NAME: Eugene R.Z
AGE: 19
HOBBIES: Football the beautiful game, and others

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Saturday, September 17, 2005


Your hairs tangling beside your earlobes
The wind is blowing gently your tangling hairs covering your eyes
Despite the tiredness you displayed in your soft eyes but it's still a beauty


"Had you came to a decision," Jay asked. Ella nodded.

==

"Jay, I guess it's too difficult for me to hold on anymore," Ella's words might come gentle but it hit him hard, real hard.

~

**Flashback**

"Ella, are you sure?"

Closing her eyes, she let her mind rest. Her mind had been running, running. It's making the decision of leaving or staying on with Jay. Hebe decided to keep silent. She knew that Ella had already made up her mind.

Perhaps, leaving Jay, would be a better choice for her? Yet, her heart ached for the both of them. They had come thus far but yet giving each other up so easily.

**End**

~

"I hope we're still friends," Ella spoke.

Jay nodded, choosing to ignore the tearing pains. "Perhaps, we're better off being friends?" Jay sighed secretively.

Ella remained silent. "Friends, we need not to commit that much. Isn't it? Jay, you and I were afraid of commitments. Because, we know commitments burden us. Isn't it?"

Jay nodded. He knew it. Even they continued to be together, one day, their relationship will turn real ugly as they are not willing to commit fully.

Love, it is term that needs loads of commitment and selfless. But yet, they were selfish and also fear commitment. They, this type of person, don't deserve love at all.

"I give you a ride home?" Jay offered. Ella shook her head, "I still want to stay here to do some star-gazing. It's been a long time since I last do that."

Star-gazing, they used to do that together in the past. Jay thought bitterly.

~

Love; it's a rush of adrenaline to make women and men to go heads over heels for it. It made people irrational. It would hurt peoples. It used to be simple and nice but people don't know how to appreciate it. They made it complicated and then they put the blame on love for making it complicated. They never realized it themselves made the whole thing complicated.

Jay and Ella made their love really complicated. They dragged it on for years and when they got together finally. They realize that there are actually many problems to overcome, a lot of commitment, a lot to give in.

They are better off as "the players" in the game called love.

At least, they won't be hurt.


fanaticme->9:25 PM


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