Maybe it's the way our eyes meet that I fall in between those glimmering bullets you shot me with. But the fallen leaf never blame the wind. And so there's no one to blame here. The time was never right for me. The feelings were always wrong. And the person was even worse. But this time, somehow those pathetic reasons that will prevent me to fall in love don't work on you. But of course, like my other previous encounter with boys, I'm not that experienced with them. I can proudly say that I've never been in a relationship before for 18 years. Maybe I'm just waiting for the right guy to come along. Or, maybe I'm just not that good with PDAs and all. Ha.
I'm trying to get some help down here by asking it to my friends about what should I do around him. When I like a boy, I treat him like he's a baby. I mean, fragile and all. Every steps I make must be taken carefully. Better not make any mistakes because if I do, it will blow everything up. And have I told you how possessive I am with what's (not) mine (yet)? Yeah. I get this jealous feeling every so often when I see him talking to other girls and it's quite funny actually because he's not mine and we're not even anything. But just like 1D's song; "Because no one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurts, because I know you won't be mine tonight." I don't know how to make him to notice me though. Seriously, it seems like I'm not doing anything for it because whenever I want to get close to him, I'm afraid he'll notice (wait, isn't that the point of this whole thing?), but if I don't show him the effort, he'll never know.
Stylish cardigan, H&M black tank, Nevada pants, Airwalk shoes, Quartz watch
So me and this boy are in the same organization and we're currently also on the same project. We play at college's theater which will be held tonight and maybe because of the intensity of our meeting, the feeling blooms. Maybe it only blooms in my head, or in his head as well, I never have the chance to know it. I wish I can ask him straightforwardly about it. Thinking about what he thinks about me is really frustrating and I want it to stop. But just like those chicks on teenlit movies, we're never ready for the answer just yet. I try to give him the right signal, and I hope he reads it.
TGIF, pals! xo