12-5-2009

It's almost 6 in the morning. Kevin has been extremely busy and I'm so glad that he took a break and talked to me for a while, it was just a little while but I already feel very very good.

I cried last night, I don't know why was that. I had an exhausted day, I got sunstroke yesterday which made me had been tired all day and I was thinking about Kevin most of the time. Tiredness made me wanted to sleep, after I got home and took a shower, I didn't do much work and then fell asleep.

My mum woke me up around 10:30pm. I couldn't go back to sleep and I thought of something made me cried. I've been reading "The Reader", it's a tragedy, did I cry because of this? Might be. But I strongly remember Kevin forgot my birthday as he promised me he wouldn't. Be forgotten is not fun. My tears dropped onto my pillow, I couldn't take that sad moment away, not from the past, not from my mind.

Kevin took a few minutes to talk to me, it wasn't lots of time but I feel so warm, just like it was nothing can make me cry at night.