Cum keeps dripping on the floor as I type about my endless
fascination about Thia Kiang. I know him so well and yet he knows
me not. I followed him through all his campaigns and creeps into
his inner most thoughts but yet he fathoms me not. How can I let
him understand the depth of my feelings for this one man who has
captured my heart, filled my imagination? All I can blame is those
people with little hammer collar pins who has taken his attention
from me. I can only stand from far and weep. As I ponder my wasted
life before me, I feel so helpless, so torn. Oh my heart screams
for his attention but he does not batter me an eye. All I can do is
to continue to write untruths about this man I love in hope that,
one day he notices behind those nonsensical rambling is a sensitive
soul who is in need of warmth from him, in need of care and most of
all a glance from him telling me that he has loved me all along. My
cum keeps following on.
