take heart.
I didn't realize that I was constantly stealing glances of him. As I talk to my friends, my gaze would pass at theirs until my eyes were finally glued to his every move. It may seem like a creep, when I observe him carefully, I became to wonder what he saw in me. Because I admit it, I only liked him because he liked me, and I also want to give it a try. I was overwhelmed by the fact that someone actually likes me, and I only receive that kind of news every once in a while. I really want to know what did he saw, because even we've been talking a lot, I still doubt his feelings. It just seems like he's not the kind of person who would want someone like me. He's smart, methodical, even conscientious despite his inscrutable and abstruse oddity. I'm always out of anyone's league. these thoughts are all of the sudden, but I just can't see it the way he does. It could've been anyone. his standards are high and so was I, but how come we're now in each other's minds?
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
