He replied to my text ten minutes ago and here I am, with every pride that left in my body trying to stop myself to not text back the minute I got it.
I don' t wait for it.
Or maybe I do, but who cares right? Maybe for six and a half hour, maybe not.
I always thought that waiting is the hardest part but when things like this happen, the holding part is more harder.
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Unspoken Words
RandomIt's not a poem. It's a words that running around the space in my head. They want to get away but I never let them. So just now, I make a little hole on it and they run as fast as the air catching up with.
