More than words, more than friends

Now, the fact that my blog is not a constant pit stop for most people gives me the idea of comfort to reveal some of the stuffs i've been keeping inside since; forever.

The thing is, I have a story about of me during me freshmen years in UPM.

The first day i was there, i saw this girl. She's clearly different from the others. Clear eyes with an obvious fire within. The spirit that no other freshie girls have. That was what at first attracted me. 

Then i started befriending her, which in return confided in me in almost everything. The first time she called me, she cried. Her heart was broken by this two timing guy named David. Apparently that guy still dated her when he already had a girlfriend. Man i hated that guy. That was the very first time i saw her cry. The same thing happened again not long after. This time i managed to make her smile. Boy i was happy. 

We then hang out almost all the time. We had dinner together,  she'd call me a few times a week. I was convinced that i'll will tell her what i wanted to say when the time comes. But the thing is, she thinks i liked her room mate. Which was true except for the part where i actually liked her first. That was before i knew she liked this David guy. Bah, this is complicated. Just like this movie "Definitely, maybe" . 

I wanted to be more than a friend. But it didnt worked. She was starting to alienate me. That was when i was most devastated.  I guess that's where it ends. It never worked, and now we're not even friends. :S 

Pathetic ain't I?