I see you. I see them. They are teasing us and are taking effect on me. Why are they teasing us? Is this serious? It’s confusing. Is this a game? I had played this before. I frolic and I loss and it left me crying and depress. I found myself waiting for you, just to see you, hear your voice, your laughter. I found myself thinking about you every night, imagining what if we are ‘US’, how you would whisper in my ear, how you would hold my hands. You gave me something with a note, what does this mean? Does everything have meaning? Is this a romantic gesture? This developing feeling, will it be real? Genuine? Or plain stupid fantasy?
Your blushes. This note. Does this mean anything? Is this a one sided love story? I know that kind of story. I have starred in that story before. There was no happy ending, no knight in his shining armor, no my prince charming. Only paper dolls and imaginations, my imaginations and feelings, ONLY my imaginations and feelings. Nothing was real. The credits was all mine. It was my story. It was only me, only me, there was no ‘us’, no REAL ‘us’. Will this also be a one-sided-love story?
