its miserable at best part 2

woke up.i cant sleep..9am rite now..i never woke up so early on weekends that often.i missed her..but at the same time she is trying to moved on,and i'll move along.i'm waiting..for later game,playing against Catholic High.our next match in div 4.gonna wear the captain armband today,gonna lead the young team to victory...but there's no point cant't you see?i'm already losing,every single memories we had together.your lauhgter,your smiles and i remembered when you massage my arms after the match...i stink,you told me..keep calling me 'smelly boy'.ypu are my 'smelly gal',always...then i went to the toilet cause you ask me to bath..but all the cubicle there's only toilet bowl!i can't just put my head in and flushed it right?So i just washed my head at the sink,put on some perfume,and you were still scared of me...scared that i'll turn into smelly boy.but,i was'nt stink anymore so you let me hug you.hugging you after a game its the best thing to do...then my head was in a mess...earlier on i washed it but didnt comb it.you actually cared enough to took out the comb from your bag and help me to comb my hair...do you know that,that is the first time in a long time since i last comb my hair?you comb my hair,you cared for me.i wanna hold your hands again...we'll sweat,cause i have sweaty palm...hand will be smelly,her goes the story of a smelly boy and smelly girl...then,when i send you home,when we are alone in the mrt,i hold you in my arms..was like hugging a pillow..my smelly pillow.then i can't stop kissing you.its like i was so addicted to your lips and you asked me why i kissed you so many time?and i say,'hmm,good question*kiss*...let me think*kiss*...do i need a reason to kiss you*kiss?*'your lips was like a drug,my own drug..kept me alived everytime i don't feel like living..my lips are turning dried,emira..i missed you..my smelly gal..i'll never ever forget this memories,the mrt kissing memories,cause thats the point when im actually showing how much i love you.but..it wasnt enough..i wont't give up emira..everyone else asked me to give but hell no i wont..it's a deep one huh?the wound in your heart..remember when i post something in facebook:when your heart is broken,it'll always be heartbroken?you told me i was wrong..proved it to me emira..i still don't believe you dont love me anymore..i'll wait.that's all i gotta say.i'll wait.