I know it is wrong. I know it has a big risk in doing it. But I also know that high risk means high rewards.
So I called him this morning. Right after I opened my eyes. Right after a restless night of tossing and turning, a night filled with unfinished thoughts and anxious worries.
He talked to me again. He sounded a bit surprised and a bit panicked, but I brushed it off.
Oh, how I wished I didn't. My naive mind is too innocent to even think of what a boy like him would be doing on a Saturday night.
But, I am naive and stupid. And most of all, ignorant. I only see what I want to see.
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A Lover's Dream I ✔
Historia Corta{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
