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		<title>♥♥ Evanescent ♥♥</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s my first day in my new school.  I&#8217;m stepping college after all.  I dream this moment, but not on this school.  It&#8217;s the school I never wish to stay at.  My mother forced me to stay in this institution; I have no other choice so i take the deal. I enter the school campus [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jan33n3.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4161407&amp;post=3&amp;subd=jan33n3&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">It&#8217;s my first day in my new school.  I&#8217;m stepping college after all.  I dream this moment, but not on this school.  It&#8217;s the school I never wish to stay at.  My mother forced me to stay in this institution; I have no other choice so i take the deal.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">I enter the school campus nodding.  I don&#8217;t want to see someone.  I hate the world that time.  Good thing I have a high school friend their and fortunately we became classmates.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">The first day of school that time was Wednesday.  Thursday and Friday passed and my new school was great, not as I expect.  Saturday comes; I was enrolled on a certain subject that required us to be back that day.  While waiting for some instructions, I stayed at the back part of our school&#8217;s gymnasium.  As I glance at the entrance, I saw a guy who was on his blues sweatshirt and on skinny jeans.  He looks weird on his outfit.  He look at me fiercely so I ignore him.  He doesn’t even look attractive but it seems I always saw his face flashing on my mind.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">After out orientation I drop by to my favorite hangout, internet cafe.  The guy that I saw at the gymnasium was there and I thought it was God&#8217;s will that he seated beside me.  I was overwhelmed when I heard him sing on of my favorite songs.  I glance at his computer and I saw his name on his webpage.  He is </span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Bryan</span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">.  Nice name for a guy like him.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">I didn&#8217;t give much attention to that.  I thought it was all a coincidence.  But I was wrong, after that day I always saw him.  Wherever I go, we always cross roads.  I can&#8217;t understand what&#8217;s happening.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">One day, as I&#8217;m nodding and walking alone on our school&#8217;s corridor, he approached me and asks for my name.  I didn&#8217;t answer him immediately.  I&#8217;m trying to deceive him but he really insists for my name.  He looks serious so I introduce myself to him.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">After that, we are formally aware of each other.  He doesn’t even remember that we were together last Saturday.  I think maybe he has a king of a memory lose (kidding).</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">He always greets me &#8216;hi&#8217; whenever he saw me.  He often waits me after my class and we walk together from the campus to the town.  I am so lucky to know someone like him. </span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">He always makes me happy and I enjoy being with him.  </span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Weeks after that, I had a late enrollee classmate.  He is silent.  He does not speak or talk a lot.  He looks behave and simple.  I immediately got a crush on him because I like his eyes.  I thought I am so unreasonable about it.  </span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">I was surprised to know that Bryan and my new classmate used to be staying at the same school on their high school and used to be sharing a little friendship.  </span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Bryan</span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;"> continue the things he already started on me.  We use to talk about are days and moments at the school.  I was sorry to know that he comes from a broken family.  I know a lot of things about him because he is too vocal about his personal life which I like most.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">One day, a classmate of mine revealed that our new classmate is attracted on me.  I just laugh but inside of me, I&#8217;m so flattered.  Because of knowing that he is attracted on me, I didn&#8217;t hesitate to write on my classmate&#8217;s slum note that I am attracted on him, too.  We our tease to each other but I feel that there&#8217;s something going wrong.  I&#8217;m supposed to be feeling awesome but I feel awful.  He asks for my picture and I didn&#8217;t hesitate to give him one.  We just found ourselves texting and exchanging &#8216;testi&#8217; on our FS account. But, honestly, I&#8217;m not at ease on what is happening.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">One day, </span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Bryan</span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;"> told me that he has something important to say.  He wanted to tell this privately.  But I lie on him.  I made an alibi because my crush and I are going to &#8216;get-to-know-each-other thing&#8217;.  </span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">That time, I treated </span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Bryan</span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;"> like a rag.  I forced myself to talk to him nonsense.  I forced myself to forget about him.  I must evade him, I must forget that I know someone like him.  But why should I? I&#8217;m so puzzled.  My friends are telling me that he&#8217;s a no good, he&#8217;s a lousy.  They told me I better avoid him and focus my attention to my new classmate who wanted to court me.  I followed my classmates&#8217; opinion not knowing I better consult myself first.  I do everything just to make </span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Bryan</span><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;"> mad at me.  But still, he forced his self on me.  He ignores everything that I done on him.  I&#8217;m so please on what he is doing, besides my conscience is killing me.<span>  </span>I want to say sorry on him but it’s too late.<span>  </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">I noticed that he lose giving his attention on me.<span>  </span>He seems to be different.<span>  </span>He changes, I thought.<span>  </span>He talks to me rarely.<span>  </span>We see each other rarely.<span>  </span>Everything happens rarely.<span>  </span>Until one day I found myself sitting alone, walking to the town alone.<span>  </span>No one to laugh with, no one to talk to.<span>  </span>I feel incomplete.<span>  </span>Everything seems obnoxious; everything seems so empty without his presence.<span>  </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">Now, we use to see each other at the campus.<span>  </span>Still, he smiles.<span>  </span>Still, he talks.<span>  </span>But it’s all happening rarely.<span>  </span>And he doesn’t wait me anymore, I go home alone.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">I don’t know exactly what we are really and his intentions why we became that kind a close.<span>  </span>Maybe we are on a process of being friends and some unexplainable reasons why he had to be with me always. <span> </span>But we didn’t make it ‘till the end.<span>  </span>He vanish quickly, he just pass and fleet without saying anything.<span>  </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">It’s a big lose.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Tahoma;">By now, I’m hoping he’d realize that there’s someone who’s hurt and he’s the only cure.<span>  </span>How I wish he’ll be back, he’ll continue to share a part of his life to someone who longs for his presence.<span>  </span>To someone who learn to give him importance and to someone who learn to love him beyond the limits.</span></p>
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