I could never comprehend your way of thinking, from the very start till the present. Every action you take kept me thinking, "Is this a sign, or just some unimportant gesture?" When I'm alone and I think about you, I think of us, together, being happy. On the other hand, I am afraid that I have made my dreams too high, too over confident about your feelings towards me. At other times, I am afraid that I could possibly fall too hard, not achieving every little part, and breaking myself apart. So the question is, to love or not to love?
It's an absolute statement that I love being around you. Your quirkiness, your wittiness, and your rude behavior -- shines my day every time we interact. People say the best way to make someone to love you is to make him or her laugh. It's funny how it's the only strategy I have to make you close to me, and that it was an enormous achievement to have successfully made you laugh.
Beyond annoying to know the fact that I am the one that only puts the effort: by being curious about you, by having the urge to know more and more about you, and that you have little (or may be no) interest towards me. Pathetic to know, to be honest. But what can I say?
Love, even this little puppy love, takes time. And if somewhere right in the middle, signs show that we are not meant to be created, then I by perforce have to let you leave, let the spark leave, and seek for someone better, and the cycle repeats. The cycle which goes, happy in the beginning, unsure in the middle, and heart broken in the end, or the cycle which goes, happy in the beginning, happy in the middle and happy in the end. My choice.
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