this part of my life is called 'seeking the old me'.
it's funny how people could change a lot in a year. not just by their appearances, but also their personalities, their habbits, their mindsets, their feelings, their souls. lots funnier to discover that all those old particles just gone too far til it disappeared, and left no marks to identify the cause of transformations. however, the funniest part is.. they even have no idea who they are now.
you're such a damn magical creature.
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.
so addicting that i almost forgot we were practically strangers.
i didn't even think you know i exist.
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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