you brought such effects that undeniably hypnotizing.

also, addicting.

so addicting that i thought you were possibly categorized as narcotics.

yes, thinking of you was such an ecstacy. incredibly addicting. incredibly good.

i got goosebumps everytime you walk-passed by.

suddenly i could feel blood raced faster through my veins,

and all i did was trying so hard to not showing any awkward face or movements.

inside i was hoping of some miraculous tragedies, such unexpected accidents that somehow could bond us together.

so we could get to know each other.

or at least, you knew my name.

oh crap.

i fantasized too much.

to be honest, you're not so handsome.

you're.. manly.

call me a freak, but

i always pictured you as one of Greek's Gods.

cause, for God's sake, you were look like one.

oh also, you're artsy.

just like how Park thought about Eleanor,

that art wasn't always looked beautiful.

art supposed to make you feel something.

but you didn't make me just feel that way.

you made me feel everything.

crap.

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