I used to think that I love him
You know,
The butterflies in my stomach
The rapid heart-beating
The cold but sweaty hands
The trembling fingers
The stuttered words
Weren't they enough signs that I love him?
I've attracted to him from the very first time I see him
He got that typical bad boy look on him
Who doesn't attracted to him?
Every girls in school practically worshipped the ground he walked on
He was in the soccer team
He plays guitar, and does a little bit of singing too
He once sang for me, and I grew to love the song
Which girl isn't melting into a puddle by that?
But I just knew that it wasn't love
Because when he told me he liked her, my world shattered
Love is when you're happy if the one you love is happy, even when he isn't end up with you
But I didn't.
That was the time I realized that I wasn't in love with him,
I was infatuated with him.
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