Poet's diary

As I sat in fronnt of that PC monitor while browsing the page of one of the important people in my life, I am convincing myself that this is just a dream. I was reading the testimonials made by those people who knew him before I had the chance to meet him. And what they said was...(I can't think of any word to explain what I felt)..amazing. Imagine, this guy whom they refer to as the genius, gentleman...etc has proposed to me one cold morning along agoncillo st. telling me that from that time on he is my personal property. Tell me, I am still dreaming...

Now I am beginning to understand why would i be afraid of commitment with him. The pressure. That pressure. and the reason is simply because he is oh so amazing. I can't hardly believe it. And I can't also help but worry and think that I am not worthy to take care of him. I am but an ordinary who just dreamt of being his friend. Yes, I admire him a lot. I dreamed of having him for the rest of my life. And so I secure that we'll be friends, nothing more. Just friends. Out of oblivion, he just texted me those words, then the denial, then the confirmation then now the submission...came possession. I am not a perfect person for a perfect guy. I am not a good person to have an amazing man. All I am is just someone who cares for him...I still can't believe it...I want to retire... I am not worthy...