"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
Woods by paumatias
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How are you?
She thought you'd like to know. She still keeps on searching for you everywhere on the grounds and pretending that you're always walking behind her but never bother to tap her in the shoulder and say hi. How could you be so idiotic all those times and not think that people give up other more important stuff (or rather people) because they believe in the possibilities of the life that may be better than what they already have?
Funny how she kept on thinking about the naked mole rat you both saw at some petty museum place. All the ugly stuff reminds her of those days when you both were making fun of everything. She also wouldn't forget that night when you said she looked different.
You make it seem easy, the complication. Your wit was always a breath of fresh air. But your silly little tactics to get to know her was really annoying. You steal her ipod and insult all the songs in there, claiming that your songs in your ipod is way better than hers, but you never really gave her good music. You say you'd watch her perform so she gave you the digits, but when she was standing up the limelight, she didn't see a glimpse of you. You always say you'd do all those things yet she end up getting disappointed but finds it contradicting. Hurt wasn't really inflicted upon her.
Maybe you were really terrible but there's still something that held her back from thinking so. It was during that one day when she was eating alone and you were eating alone and you both unconsciously sat next to each other. You kept on getting all the food that she wanted and you devoured them all by yourself, rubbing it off in her face. Then when she finished eating, you saw how infuriated she was. You gave her your last piece of brownie.
How could she not stop thinking about not you but the days when you both were just still. I guess everything was way off pretentious. She's scared of the game you're playing of being a stranger to her now. She had hopes. But one thing really keeps her away from you now.
you can never give me this