I endorsed myself to fall in for you...
I love like the image I've made of you... This image i built from words you used, songs you selected, movies you watched, books you read.. In the end i just loved liked you, probably..
All was manufactured from dangerous process done by the factory inside my mind..
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The first time I met you, you’re like 8, probably 8.5 because your taste in music, books, movies, and your perspective on things. How you hate sweet coffee, the way you give compliments on people’s works, the way you sing, etc.
But as time went by, your image started to falling apart. Especially after that night, you’re like 6.5 in my eyes. I saw things I've considered as “flaws”. Yes, you’re still smart, you’re still kind, you’re still cool, but…but…I don’t know. It’s like a pair of beautiful shoes that seems good and comfortable in my feet, but somehow I couldn't afford the price or don’t know how to maintain it, or I wouldn't be able to wear it anytime and anywhere.
Maybe it’s because I've already created this particular image of you inside my head, that silly (and dirty) imagination which make me laugh when I recall it. And this image wasn't the real you. This image and the way I subtract your number or value was unfair. I’m so sorry, dude. So yeah, I've changed my mind. You’re still an 8, for now.
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Well, those butterflies had already flown away. C ya next time, little creatures! :)
2 comments:
ah, a remembrance of all those moments =]
do you know that his name is still there in bold in my head? to erase it would be futile so i guess i'd just let things be.
mau butterfly kiss aja deh, boleh ngga?
do you know that his name is still there in bold in my head? to erase it would be futile so i guess i'd just let things be. << hahaha. there will always be a person that got a hold on you, i think. :)
aku maunya french kiss :p
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