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i think a part of me wants him still.
ridiculous isnt it? especially when you think you've really succeeded in forgetting him.
to think ive moved on! *cue to laugh*
five years is not a short period of time.
I want to hear his laughter.
I want to see that smile.
I want to feel that indescribable elation.
Just one touch, one glance, one smile, one word.
all im asking for is ONE. Just ONE.
But no, why? Becus im too selfish. Too egoistic. Too chicken. I dare not make the first move. I let him slipped away. Just like that. When i know, deep down, i like him so much. more than you'll ever know.
several people i know have said to me that bees have to look for the flower, not the other way around. So what if the flower just stands and waits, while it begins withering? swaying in the breeze day in and day out, passing on all the bees that it dislikes, just because the bee it really really like, doesnt come its way?
so what does the flower do?
change its scent? uproot itself? or approach the bee?
you tell me.
when everything feels like the movies, yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive.