As our eyes locked, I felt a lone tear escape my eye. He looked equally lost as me, as if he's sorry. I internally chuckled - why would he feel sorry? He never had any feelings for me, right?
I'm just being delusional.
We could not avert our gaze a...
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Good morning everyone, though it's evening. I like to say it the opposite way because I'm unstable right. That's what they say, REASON'S -for not socializing. ---They taunt me no used to just because I didn't have friends or talk much. It doesn't mean I'm unstable or a creep. Though sometimes I stare at these humans intentionally to make them feel weird.
And most importantly they body shame me, though I look like a normal human, not fat or too thin. They really be racisting.
Half of my relatives, they really be racist including my dear parents who gave birth to me and did a really wonderful job, hmph. Hadd hai, they did not even ask me if I wanted to be born. I scoff (crossed the limits).
This society really needs to change its way of thinking. At least my parents, yaar. They verbally abuse me, and physically as well sometimes.
Anyways, let's not think about bad humans and ruin our good mood. Let's move to my pasandeeda mard, whom I love more than myself. I love him soooooo much. Don't know from how long I've had a crush on him, or maybe I do. (Favorite man).
He is like the only person who is good and attractive. Literally, every term for beautiful fits his face and figure. And ah, those eyes.
I'm head over heels for him.
Tho I don't talk much and have many personalities, we all do. I have many masks which I wear for different people.
I've known him and had a crush on him since school days, and I still do.
And did I mention I love stalking people, a lot, especially my crush.
He is mine, mine because he has "MI" in his name, and I have "NE" in my name. Surname counts, okay. And not to forget the other fact that he is mine, will be mine one day or the other.
Though we are not dating, but still, he is single and so am I.
I'm pretty loyal to my man, so I'm still waiting for him. I'm single, and so is he.
I have eyes only for him.
I'm alive just for him.
I breathe just for him.
My heart beats only for him.
I try to look good only for him.
And my stomach releases butterflies just for him.
Only him and him.
Just him and him.
I give a pause to my delusional heart and mind. I open my Insta to check if he posted something. I clicked on his pfp. He added some story, like just 1 min ago. Whoa, caught in which there are round tables and doodles of dogs and Koalas.
