It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon in a fairly humid day, early fall. Classes had stopped forty minutes ago yetmy body feels a little exhausted. I found myself walking beside one of my closes friend yet the air felt so thorny. I had felt the air changed earlier in the morning where she didn't talk to me this morning. She might have actually read my mind or so I thought. She started saying stuff how much she likes *him.* It appears that she liked him for nine months already, quite a long time if you ask me, and to her dismay nothing had happened yet. Hearing all her thoughts triggered my guilty conscience. I did thought of myself becoming his. I imagined myself to be his only girl except for that moment where my friend described him the way just like the way I did from one of my post (from this blog) made me feel penitent straight away. It felt like my friend and I had the same eyes looking upon him, only she can't see mine. I felt heavyhearted and ignominious. Clearly, my friend adores him and cares for him in some way. Well, again, what I can say, who wouldn't feel like so? He's just so perfect. He's supreme. A classic Disney dashing Prince Charming. I can't even properly define him. Anyways, with that point testified, there's just one blemish on him. He doesn't like girls. Period. Why would someone so immaculate take no interest in the opposite sex? It just doesn't sum up. Or maybe he's just too dense to feel the emotions that is alotted especially for him. I feel sorry for my friend. And for my heart too, I guess. 0 comments
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