You may say I still have feelings. Who doesn't?
I still like him. Sometimes. So when he shows gentleman gestures, I can't help but drool and wonder. What if we never stopped being open about our feelings? What if he wasn't selfish? What if I waited?
Our realities are far from these what ifs. So the most I can do is close my eyes, imagine and write.
To you, who will always be my main what if, and work frenemy.
