end of the story
you still have power over me. whenever i see you go online, i still feel a tingling sensation deep down my stomach. i still look forward to having a long conversation with you, though i know that we don’t have much to talk about anymore. i still want us to be close. i know, i’m that hopeless.
well, it’s a good thing to know that you’re not trying to avoid me. at least, you say hello, though i can’t deny the fact that there’s some tension between us. there’s still this cloud of awkwardness hanging over us. yes, we are already drifting apart. i’m keeping my distance myself.
we’re over, and i don’t want to think otherwise.