30 days it has been since I have lowered down my guards for a so-called opportunity. Well, if you ask me, this one month felt like a year. Felt like I know that person inside out, basically could read the mind and get it right about 90% of the time. But if you were to ask him if the feelings mutual? I highly doubt it. People are like poem (now this is gonna be interesting) - it is very easy to read through the words, get the pronunciation on par and also nail the intonation on point. But what about the underlying meaning though? Is this poem really about a person? Or is it telling a story about an object? You know I like romance, but what do I really like about it? I dislike cocky people, but is it really because they're generally people who look down on others and think highly of themselves, or was it something in my past that cause me to dislike characters like that? Do you even know me? Do you even want to try? Well, happy anniversary to you too, cos darling you need to realize we crossed the first bridge the moment I lied that I have nothing to do when I had, just to stay up all nighy talking to you for the last 3 weeks
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