The number 23 in the calendar seems to be so indifferent to everybody. But every time that that day comes, there’s something so UNUSUAL that is happening to me. And I called it my “23 Syndrome”.
I don’t know but whenever that date comes, my mood-swing become not casual. Maybe because there is one story behind that particular date.
December 23, 2009, on the spur of the moment, I decided to call him “IMBA”, a term which is used by some people playing DOTA — a famous computer game nowadays. That day which we called our “IMBASARII” day is my much awaited date must be, but right after 4 months of being friends, 2 months of courtship and 2 months of being in a commitment, my feelings for him suddenly changed.
It was my fault, I guess. I am not contented with what kind of relationship we have that time. Though I know deep in my heart that HE is the one and I am the only one for Him. It feels so good having someone whom you call SPECIAL (the one that is IN your heart) But then I guess this is my FATE — that we’re not meant for each other as of now (I think so).
June 2010, my “23 Syndrome” started. And every time the 23rd day of the month comes, I just don’t know how to feel. I feel a little regret sometimes. It is almost 7 months that I’m suffering from my “23 Syndrome”. But it’s Okay, I get used to it as time passes by.
Dried roses symbolizes my love for him… :/