Another year has passed.
I cannot really say that I have fully moved on from you but I am glad that we are still friends after all. I am writing again because I cannot stop myself from being too happy with what had happened when we last met, or maybe because I felt that thing again that makes me so happy whenever I am with you.
You know, when we saw each other at the nearby restaurant in front of our campuses, I wanted to hide from you but at the same time, I wanted to see you because your presence kind of gives me comfort in some ways. I was really devastated that morning, I looked haggard, I was in the verge of crying, I was so disappointed with myself but that's all about it. And then there you are, looking so cute with that smile, waving to me, making my heart fragile. I never felt that in months and there it goes again.
And then we met that afternoon, you looked the same, and I too, still looking and feeling crappy as I go. But WILL YOU STOP BEING A GENTLEMAN FOR A SECOND I AM SORRY BUT HOW CAN I EVER STOP THIS FEELING AND MOVE ON okay I am sorry, I know that is how you are but please. I must admit that I observe a lot and your actions and my heart is going crazy. Right now, I really want to message you and be that girl who used to message you every single day but I am stoping myself from doing that right now so I will just pour it all here. Please bare with me.
I close my eyes and there you are again. You know, you never really left my mind nor my heart and it was just so quiet and I am sorry if this sounds like I am blaming you for something but it was triggered and now, I long for your presence. I am sorry.
WHAT ON EARTH DID I DO TO MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU.
Your creation is too beautiful, it stings. Lord, I am eternally grateful for this human, he is so adorable, so wise, and here I am, just but another human.
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Letters I'll Never Send
Não Ficçãothere will always be thoughts that will remain unsaid; thoughts that will be published here instead.
