From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"WHO KNEW THAT WE'D CHANGE SO QUICKLY?"
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MAY 2, 2021 — 16:10 PM
It hasn't been long since my last talk with Yeonjun. The boy was quite embarrassed, judging the passive feelings he had for me—however, it does interrupt my previous train of thought about him. I don't want to hurt him again, considering that once before, I did it because of parental issues. If I grow fond of him again, would the same outcome take place?
Or would I be able to move on with him?
I have yet to understand the reason behind my inability to think of Yeonjun as a man. Maybe because of the previous man who had hurt me. I've grown, but my experience with guys has not. I'm still waiting for the text message, a text message that signals that he wants to hang out again. I won't pressure him, not at all—not after indirectly rejecting all the hints of his feelings.
I wouldn't be surprised, though—if Yeonjun and I had some type of intertwined fate. We act like soulmates, considering that the phone call that got us back together as friends wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to happen later, but I guess the moment had caught me, threatening me to call my old friend.
Anyway, enough of the past talk for a while.
I walk into the library, brushing my hair back as I looked for the psychology book my professor recommended as well as the architectural structures book my other professor recommended. Scanning the codes across the wooden shelves, my eyes narrow when I enter the vicinity of the last shelves.
I chuckle as I see Yena, her eyes scanning a technology textbook not far from the corner. She has her reading glasses on—and to be honest, her intimidation level went down by a lot. Whenever she doesn't have that badass glare on her face, scanning around her to scare off people, she looks like a normal pretty girl. If she looked like that more often, I think she would have a boyfriend by now.
However, as far as I know, boys don't stretch her interest these days. Nor do females. She doesn't have an interest in just about anyone—so I feel quite honored to be her only friend.
