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✧ What is the point? ✧

13.05.22

What is the point of staring at me?

If you don't feel what I feel, I beg you to not hurt me like this.

Not even for mistake.

Not even for casualty, just don't look at me, please.

When you do that, my mind starts thinking a lot of what ifs.

What if you find me interesting?

What if I smile at you?

What if you are looking for me in every place in the same way I look for you?

What if a little part of you is thinking you might like me?

What if it was just a mistake?

What if you were looking for someone else?

What if you never think me in the same way I think you?

What if you don't even know something as simple as my name?

So please.

Stop playing with me.

If you do this one more time, I will think stuff that may be a lie.

I will be more in love with you, and then I will break my own heart.

Because how could you feel what I feel if we have talked twice?

Two times and after that not even a hello has come out of our mouths.

But when I turn to steal a glimpse of you, your sight is on me too...

I can't even count how many times our eyes have collided, and that just makes me wanna cry.

And no, this is not a warning or else, this is what is going to happen if you are still staring at me when I look at you again.

So please, just look for somebody else, for a friend, a girl, a boy, a cat, a bird, the wind, a book, inside your mind.

Look for the answers I am seeking so we can stop this sickening game, and if they are not what I need to hear, just stop doing this to me.

But since you insist, please, just explain me... what is the point of this?