I keep hearing someone whisper to me that I should be patient. Sometimes, I just don’t heed wise advices and I keep on being stubborn, pretend that I heard nothing. Then I weep.

I am what they call the “one-of-the-boys” – someone who can ride on boys’ jokes and someone whom boys are not uncomfortable with. The irony of the thing is, because of that, I become the safe girl and boys won’t consider me as one of their choices.

Or maybe I am just exaggerating. Maybe some do but I really am just choosy. If there is someone who likes me and is liked back by yours truly, I’d end up hurting and wondering how I could solve this piece of puzzle about boys.

I have always been a sincere person but how come my heart has always been the object of the game?

Again, I hear the whisper of patience.

I must wait.

I just don’t want to be hurt anymore.