Him (9)

Hopelessly, blindly, wholeheartedly.

That's the way things have been.

That's the way I have been. Falling so hard and so fast and I can't stop myself. I can't stop falling.

It's funny sometimes, tiring at other times, but mostly it's thrilling. I always can't read people I like; it goes the same for you. If you're a book then the words are all vanished. Just like an empty sheet of paper, I perceive you. And my heart is flowing heavily, wanting to be poured all at once; to write on you.

We argue, we talk, we stand on the same ground, we laugh at the same thing, we work together... We are both sensitive to the point we raise our tone every time a small argument occur. We are both stubborn. We are both foolish perfectionists.

But I think it's possible for us, you know, to be together. If only you care enough, if I stop helplessly showing affections, if only we don't live in a whole different world, if only I'm not wearing hijab, if only I'm tanned enough, slim enough, and tough enough, and if only you don't smoke, if only you don't drink, if only you don't treat me so professionally...

It would've been possible for us. Probably even perfect.

But things aren't like that, and goes my dream away.

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