Today I kept on stealing glances of him, I wanted to properly look, but I couldn't. I couldn't let myself stare everyday and let myself fall deeper everyday when I was only getting hurt. Was I in love with him or was it deeper? How could I possible love someone I didn't even get to know, or perhaps I was crazy, because I knew he had the ability to take my sanity way.
I saw a barista pin a poster on the cafés notice board, I squinted to make out the words reading, 'Valantines day open mic night, starts 7pm' I was genuienly interested to read a peom, not because I had a valentine or anything, but because I had decided that thats when I was going to confess my feelings to Namjoon.
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Ketchup -book I- knj
FanficShe could describe cold and silence, better than any lonely person ever could. She was like a abandoned whale swimming in the ocean, all a alone without anyone to understand her. Suddenly he appeared, like an angel caved by god himself, sent for her...
