This is another kind of galau story.
Stop reading if you think it’s ... yeak!
Hoek.hoek.cih.
It starts when there’s a question; why
scrolling on your phone made me like a nosy, a stalker, a thief, you named it.
Not fun anymore.
Not like when we first met. You gave me a lil’
surprise with that cute wallpaper.
Yeah.. that was really sweet you took then
combined my photos became a wallpaper on your phone.
But now ... last nite was hurt me so bad.
Her name. (Yes, i do really hate her. Even
just read her name).
Why?
You became a Flash with your surprising
super-speed-busy-hand just for deleting her name on your chat room. Right when i
have seen her name hang on it first. A second before.
Then ... wushhh ... i couldn’t see anything.
Twice in a row.
You know that what you did is just waking up Hulk
in mine.
Oh come on, i feel sick.
I told you that i hate her. For unknown
reason. Even before you know her.
In normal situation, i think i could getting
angry. Any woman deserves to be angry if their men act like you did.
But i feel so obsessed with this relationship
from the very beginning.
My goal is to reach the finish line together. Not
only i or you. But we, together.
01.40 am
I couldn’t sleep. My curiosity is blooming over my head.
kaBoooM!!!
How did i become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that make me act like
this?
I’ve never been this nasty ...
(Pink - Please Don't Leave Me)
After all,
"True love never run smooth"... rite?
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