I met him when I was liking someone else. I remember how quiet and observing he is, every little move I make, every words or story I tell, and the way his eyes always glances my way.
Then I started talking to him and having those conversations with him makes me warm, no butterflies, no shivers down my spine, no adrenaline, it was new and reassuring. He made those little moments like comforts in a long bad day and it was everything, for me.
I didn't know that little by little those smiles, the laughter and comforts became the reason why I let myself pour all my feelings and attention to those little things.
I wanted to blame him for all the feelings that was wasted, the time, and the efforts but then again there's no one to blame but myself for giving to much and asking for so much.
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Hey Kodi
PoetryI think we let ourselves in to each others life to easily that it also made us confused of what we were or it was all just me.
