with a broken arm (why do you always have to hurt yourself like that?) you tried to kiss me in front of my mother. that gesture got me fuming real mad and i ended up ditching you at the elevator and told you to leave by yourself. i know i promised to send you home since it was raining heavily that day but somehow i felt a little queasy by that one little kiss.

for the first time in eight months, i actually dreamt about you last night. hohohohoh, what luck.

i was just thinking, i haven't got any idea where you got all the courage to reappear after such a long time. i tried piecing all your words into a puzzle but they all don't make sense anymore. my heart has grown so numb towards everything, everything that's happened, including me and you. they say it's always better to be with someone who loves you instead of someone you love. now how is that possible. being with someone you don't love. will you be happier that way? knowing you can't love that person back as much. the paradox of a love triangle. you always fall for someone who is busy falling for someone else or vice versa. maybe it's too soon to say. you never know what the future might bring you, sweetheart.


and i thought love triangles only happen in the movies.



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