I had an ex-boyfriend, which for one, I don't know if the feeling is mutual.
Never had a girlfriend.
I had a love. A passion, but all flames die out. The only passion that remains, is the passion of reliving memories.
My crush. Haha, wow. I really can't type much. I, er. ;/ I got convinced out of it but I can't say it was successful. I'll be direct. It hurts because I'm not getting Somewhere. But I don't think I want Somewhere anymore. I don't feel that tinge of joy when I speak to him. Admittedly, it's just caused my self-confidence to drip. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't think. It's funny how love gets your brain wires tangled up in a knot. And it's funny how quick it can untangle it.
It takes one minute to let everything change. It's only a decision.
And as for me, nine months - it's like waiting for a baby due. Except the baby isn't getting anywhere, the baby isn't even existent. No fruit of labour.
And what's the next step? Moving on.
But this probably should be about the crush itself. He's a strong person, physically. But like any other human being, he's weak inside. Maybe a little too weak. He's quiet and he gives off a vibrant smile that to me, just shines. Haha okay maybe that's a little perverse. Nonetheless, there's a tinge of snap-tiddly-clap when you set eyes on him. It's like he's a diamond and reflects every ray of light shone on him. Or maybe it's just my point of view.
Somehow, he doesn't see what I see.
And then there's another. He's strong, funny, whatever. The polar opposite.