Dancer ♣ joshler

trinaest

How could I like a boy?
I never thought...

How?

Why?

What do I do now? Do I ignore it? Is this a phase? Do I tell him? no? do I kiss him? no, no, no...
Tears kept coming back.

I looked to my right at my night table.
4:00
I sighed and got up. I took my notebook.

It's four, crack the door to the hallways in my dreams....

My pen moved across the paper leaving words behind.

Tears dried on the paper as I turned to the clock again.
4:05

... And I need to know if you thought of me at all today....

I threw the pen at the wall across and turned off the lights. With tears on my cheeks I stripped down and laid down on the bed.

Stop thinking about him.
Stop thinking.
Stop.

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.
.

I woke up.
I got up.
I put on some clothes.
I left my room.
I had classes.
I passed the dancing hall.
I don't look up.
I didn't see Josh.
I came back to my room.
I got a message.
I didn't reply.