Just a misunderstanding.

Apparently the cognitive ability and literacy of a seventeen year old differs from that of an adult. I won’t stoke the fire but I’ll just hope that no misunderstandings occur between the family and her. Morosity blossoms from just a rosebud but here’s an apology as to how I came across. In retrospect, yes, the post did seem rude even to the point of being unappreciative but I do not regret typing it then.

It’s up to you, how you would interpret it. I don’t declare my love here for her as I used to for others last time, but love is not for the world wide web and I hold that. I don’t say “ilu lorry” or any outright declarations but rather implicit ones you yourself have to understand.

Yes, as she was crying, the only thing that bothered to exist there and then were two things. Her and the inferiority one feels at a time so empty, truly, our deepest fear is that we are inadequate. I felt inadequate. Whether it’s because I’m Malay, about how my race is and always will be stereotyped, or the way my insinuations or musings come across, for all that, I guess there was something that appealed deeply enough to her.