I'm used to being ignored. I'm used to
being cancelled on. I'm used to being left out. I’m used to being the second
option. I'm used to being forgotten about. I've learned to keep my expectations
low, just so none of these things would matter. I barely find anybody
attractive. I barely feel affection for anybody. But when I do, I fall in so
deep, so hard.
You were leaning over the wall with
your hands folded with a faint smile in your lips and your nose ring sparkling
under the reflection of the sun. I had a feeling that I've seen you before.
Instantly I wanted to know more about you. I still haven't succeeded at that
and I have a feeling that I never will.
I wish you to talk about anything and
everything. Smiles with hidden promises. The excitement, the butterflies, the
shaking hands, the shy confessions, the complicity, sudden kisses, everlasting
hugs. I wish I have you to celebrate, show you my deep hidden secrets, erase
your insecurities, share my dreams with you and help you hard to make you
achieve yours and love you like no one else ever will.
It’s all happening inside my head. You
might even shed a tear or two if you could look into my mind.
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