She was determined. It’s either she waits until he notices her, or she takes an action. She knew one thing for sure, she could NOT wait; she just sat there, staring at his Twitter profile, his timeline, wondering how to start.
She made a scenario of her own. A few, actually. You know why? Because whatever his reaction would be, she’ll be prepared. She didn’t know that when she is going to be in the situation itself, her hands would tremble as if he’s standing right in front of her, gazing right in her eyes, staring at her foolish face.
Her eyes shift to the right, sweeping thru the links, her fingers slowly click on “message X”. She would’ve died for a disconnected Internet service at that very exact moment, but no…
Her: I love you.
-Ohh dammit… It’ been 3 minutes and he haven’t replied yet!! I shouldn't have done this...-
Him: Umm… Mistaken? :P
Her: Umm… No.
Him: Ok. And that is based on what?
-Err… How am I ever going to tell him... I guess I'm gonna pass just this once-
Her: Nevermnd…
Him: Heeey! I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, sorry! ._.
-Hahaha cute…-
Her: No, no… I’m being the “asshole”, nevermind.
Him: Yeah? How?
Her: Err… Nevermind.
Him: As you wish.
-… That’s it? Noway! I’m not gonna end it this way!-
Her: Ugh… Your punctuation gets me a shiver in the spine :|
Him: Haha. That’s a good or a bad thing?
Her: Punctuation consumes a lot of the only 140 characters that you have so… Use it wisely I guess LOL
-Really? Punctuation? Consumption?! My goodness… SHOOT ME PLEASE-
-EndOfPartThree-
