a promise.

I think I like you.

(you are so easy to talk to, boy, why does time become irrelevant around you. you make me laugh like an idiot and spill my drink. and funny thing is, the more people I meet and talk to, the more I realize how rare you are.)

i think i can’t ever fall in love with you, boy.

(i don’t know your eyes. maybe i am afraid of losing good things like you. maybe there really isn’t any need for reasons. i just don’t want to, that’s all.)

that is a promise.




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