Distracted

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Distraction isn't always something to worry about. I mean it's a good thing that creates strange connections. It brings happiness like a BUTTERFLY flying across the page while you read. You're distracted by a beautiful thing. And perhaps, it was the distractions that led us to something that will make us feel love. Love ? 

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She was sorry that she opened up to me, opened up her feelings, and sorry that she burdened me. All I could see when I looked at her was a person who wanted to be loved. I respect her. But I can't love her.
 
 
 
Silly me, I thought I'd be alone here, but someone's here. A man looking at me, really looking at me, like I am something worth looking for. I don't know what to feel. I'm still confused.
 
 
Every time, every time we look at each other, there's something off. We're friends, we laugh, we play, we bond, and we stay friends after all... But every time I looked at him, his eyes showed sorrow, pain, and hatred, that he never expressed to me. He hides it. He has reasons. I get it. 
 
 
The taste of her lips still lingered on my lips. Every time she's with her friends, I noticed how frank she is. She's like an open book, she's easy to read. It looks like she can't control her emotions, but the truth is, she just wants to express what's on her mind. She's just being real. No hiding emotion or feelings. But when it comes to me, She glitches. She's getting nervous. She's blubbering. In a good way, She's distracted. I like it. She's distracted by me.
 

The world's a blur. And I'm distracted with him.

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