just a boy who sees another boy at the bus stop every day. {one sentence} © goldenstarkey | 2014

"you throw me around like your rag doll." "and you throw me away like your cigarettes." she said. instead, this isn't love story BUT story about love. [written in bahasa] Copyright © October 2015 by tikafeb

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.