Last night, Jahangir sent a long message to me. He said if he were Taiwanese, he would be willing to be my boyfriend and take good care of me. However, now he's far from me, and he can't give me any promises because he can't even ensure if he will have chance to visit Taiwan in his life or not.
His English becomes worse. I was crying for his sincere words and also laughing at some grammar mistakes. Jahangir is Jahangir. He's still the same, always that sweet and caring. I'm glad to read his words to me, and those words are quite important to me no matter he was sharing his true feelings or just trying to comfort me. At least, things are not that ambiguous like before. I felt more lonely when I talked to Jahangir, but I think the loneliness would disappear from now on.
I've never really been in love with anyone. I used to escape and hide my feelings whenever I had a crush on someone. It was the first time that I chose to confess my love, so I appreciated him so much to respond me sincerely.
This kind of feelings reminded me of a song I knew in college. It was the theme song in the movie Romeo and Juliet.
What is a youth? Impetuous fire.
What is a maid? Ice and desire.
The world wags on.
A rose will bloom.
It then will fade.
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.
Comes a time when one sweet smile
Has its season for a while.
Then love's in
love with me.
Some may think only to marry,
Others will
tease and tarry,
Mine is the very best parry.
Cupid he rules
us all.
Caper the cape, but sing me the song,
Death will come soon to hush us along.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall.
Love is the pastime that never will pall.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall.
Cupid he rules us all.
A rose will bloom.
It then will fade.
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.
