Dear You,
You won't be reading this cause you can't be bothered about me. You rather game.
I don't mind that, I know that's you. And that's why I like you I guess. You ignore me so much that when you talk to me I feel so happy. Hehh
Your replies fluctuate, I don't know why sometimes. You can for a moment be totally enthu and then suddenly, you're gone. I presume, to game.
You know who you are, I told you before. But you think I gave up already, I don't think I did yet.
I like it when I talk to you, I feel safer and I'll smile naturally. People say I should give up, they're right I guess, but I tried. I failed.
You're probably sleeping now, you sleep alot too. Hahas, I think I know you, but I don't think you know me. I like your weird words and although I don't get half of the things you like, it's okay :D
Maybe I'll wait for you, maybe I won't. Life's a mystery so I don't know either. It's actually pretty much up to you. For now, I know I liked you the longest in my life. I don't think it's infatuation anymore. It started of as it, but it ended as not. If it has ended that is....
Like a million people knows I like you, but you pretend I don't.
But I like your smile, I sound creepy haha, no lah really- I like you.
I know we don't talk much anymore, but just do you know, I still like you.
Loved.
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