Wait, What?!

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"When your heart and your brain says the same thing, that's called love"

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It's 3 o'clock in the night and I am not sleepy at all.

I have a really long night tonight. After the christmas celebration, I kept thinking about why did he holds my hand.

Oh, wait, no.

I keep thinking about him. Anything about him. His coldness, his smile, his laugh, his voice, his glare, his eyes, the way he plays his instrument, the way he pray, the way he walk, the way his hand fits mine perfectly.

Actually I keep thinking about him and only him. I can't even focus myself on the celebration. I just stood there and stared at him everytime I could. And not once he found out about that.

Okay, let's wake up from this weird dream and start facing the reality.

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He doesn't like you, idiot.

Well, he holds my hand.

It's just because he has to! Everybody else have to holds hands one another.

But he chose me.

It's because you are right besides him.

Oh then you are saying that he likes me so he stood right besides me so he can hold my hand? Aw, i like him too.

He was just unfortunately standing right besides a crazy girl that has a lot stupid fantasy about people. And sadly, that girl like him.

I don't have stupid fantasy about people, it's just what really happened.

Look, he doesn't even recognize you. At all. He just standing right there and suddenly someone stands besides him and he has to hold her hands.

Well, if he doesn't like me, why he didn't move?

BECAUSE HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOU! HOW COULD YOU DON'T LIKE A PERSON WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THEIR NAME?!

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I really hate when my brain and heart just start debating like that. It makes me stayed up all night.

Well, I don't know. But something inside me, without any reason, just says that he was different from other guys.

I feel like he gave me hope.

Ring.

Who the heck is texting me at 3 am in the morning? Ther said she's really tired and go to sleep early tonight.

"Hey, are you the person who just came to the christmas celebration?"

Wait. Is it him?!!!

Oh my God what should I reply?!

"Oh, hey, yeah I came to the christmas celebration tonight. Who are you?"

Ring.

"Do you have instagram?"

"Yes, i do"

"What is it?"

"Why? I don't eve------

Wait. If that person was him, then i should be nice to him!

"@breanneJ"

"Oh okay, by the way, i just wanted to say thankyou for coming tonight. I hope you can join us on our sunday service every sunday"

I open my instagram and I see one notification about new followers. Ah it must be this person.

Unfortunately, it was not him. It was not even a man. It's a girl. Her name is Illana. Maybe she texted me because she has to. Well, some church do things like that to get people, sometimes.

I saw tonight's photos in her instagram and I found the cool guy! Okay let's see.

@ezraza.

That's his username! So, what is his name? Is it Ez? Ezra? Zraza? Raza? Aza? Okay just call him Eza for now.

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You know what's sucks? It's when you stayed up all night, overthinking and start stalking in social media, and the only account you really want to stalk is in private mode.

I would smash my phone right now.

Okay calm down. Breathe.

i click the follow button. At that second, the word "follow" become "requested".

Well, maybe i'll just sleep right now, today is tiring enough for me. Tomorrow, we'll see if he accept my follow request or not.

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Ezraza. Interesting.

Stop beating so fast, heart. And don't even think about liking him

I like him.

Don't.

Why?

He doesn't like you.

He will. Even if he will not, I don't care.

You'll lose your hope.

Well, i don't care.

You will be broken.

I know.

Huft. When will you learn?

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By the way, why you care so much about me, brain?

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