But I never paid attention to him.
Why?
Because inside my freakish brain, a tiny voice goes like this, "So what if he's handsome? Will you chase after him? If you did, will he even notice it?"
Many people has come and go with my life.
Cute, charismatic, handsome men has walked before me.
Some said hi and went on.
Then I get awkward and they meet someone else bubblier.
Some didn't bother to take a glance.
After all, I couldn't pull off a two piece.
So instead of fangirling, I often just shrug it off.
Okay, he's handsome. So what? It's not that we're going to be friends, get really close, and get him to fall for me. This isn't a fairytale, sweetheart.
And I am well aware of that.
So, I don't waste time making kilig to pointless stuff like that.
But then your closest friends get a glimpse of your thoughts.
And then they never forget about it.
They find all means to tease you.
Like they did with this guy I know.
Long story cut short,
They encouraged him to give me a hug.
It was a lot of back and forth, but in the end, he reached out to me.
Everybody was so loud, everybody heard it.
Then everybody starts to wonder if there was something going on.
If I was lucky, some people would make up stories like I had a crush on him and He had a crush on me and We lived happily ever after.
But we all know that's not going to happen.
So I'm just going to crush the butterflies. Kill them before they kill me.
Because let's be real,
He'll forget about me.
And I'll forget about him.
And I'll go on with my life,
Dragging down a list (+1) of men that happened to walk by.
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