I miss you. Where else can I say it but here? I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I want to cheer for you when you’re happy. I want to know why and make you feel better when you’re upset. I think of you whenever I see scallions in my soup, volkswagens, hotpot, and chocolates… whenever I’m at a hair salon. Each status message reminds me of what I loved about you.. if only you’d tell me why I wasn’t even worth a “good-bye.” You are among the most awesome people I’ve ever met.
The thought of calling you terrifies me. I miss you!
Someone told me today that I have pretty high standards for people… as a joke. He is the second person to tell me that. Although he meant it as a joke, it is the truth. I expect the President and Vice President for a sporting team to have sportsmanship. I expect my friends to know where my boundaries are. I expect people to know what they want in life.
However, it doesn’t mean I’ll treat you differently if you don’t. If you come up to me showing off your screenshots of your textbook on your phone that you plan to cheat with, I’ll accept it. (I know I won’t be able to convince you to do otherwise.) If you finally defeat your teammate in a fencing match and you start screaming and cheering from the top of your lungs, I’ll feel terribly bad for your teammate… but I’ll accept it. (I know I won’t be able to convince you to do otherwise.) If you insist on pursuing a career in which you know you’d be unhappy with just because of its high-paying salary, I’ll accept it. (I know I won’t be able to convince you to do otherwise.) As long as you know what you’re getting into, I would not push my ideals on you.
I’ll tell you not to cheat. I’ll tell you to be considerate. I’ll tell you that you deserve better. But in the end of the day, unless it affects me directly… unless you ask me to cheat with you/cheer with you/pursue the career with you or unless you start calling me names because I disagree with you, I’ll try not to pull my hair out and slap you in the face.