queen's

Um Hi,

It's me, your Friend.

I haven't done a lot of blogging back then, I just lack of inspiration.
But i'm super ready now.

I just wanted you to know how I feel about you, how I feel all this time, how I feel about all of this.
Its a bit cheesy, but I promise it's from the deep of my broken heart. Ops i said it!

Its funny how the first day I met you, I had my eyes on you. And the first thing that crossed my mind, 'not him'. I know, its a bit cruel and mean, but hahahaha i have no idea why I said that! But you look soooo grumpy, like an old man that just lost his dog or a cat,it's up to you.

Its also funny, how much I love the way you are, how quiet and shy you are. How you try so hard to avoid from being noticed, you keep a lot to yourself. You are being so closed that you won't let me be a part of you.

Its also funny how I feel different the moment you said my name. It feels weird. Not the bad weird, the good weird tho. It feels like someone......, its so hard to spill them out! It doesn't feel the same as my other friends called me. They can say my name thousand times but they still can't make me feel the way you make me feel. It feels so difference. It feels great. It's euphonious.

And its also funny, how i feel about you. How I get too comfortable with you, that all the things that you do, make me feel crazy. I remembered everything single little thing about you. I remember what you can eat, what you can't, what you love what you don't, and how much you try to avoid from me...

I may not know all the things in detail, but I'm pretty sure, the way you are distancing from me, crystal clear.

I just love to get to know you, a bit more. Just so I can understand you. But you are the one that choose to turn back. I'm about to follow you until one point, I stopped. I give up. I stop trying and start turning.

Its sad that all I feel all this year, its all about me. Its me who likes you, its me who loves you, its me who love to spend time with you, its me who love to get busy just to have time to meet you, its me who tries so hard to memorize all your likes and dislikes, its me who wanting to keep you notice of my existence , its me. And none of them includes you. None of them ever meant to you.

Its my fault, that I expect something in return. When I shouldn't. Its my fault, that Im the only one who feel this way.

And I really hope, that you feel the same way too.

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