Every time I go for my badminton training, I see you.
You didn't come last week.
I forgot to ask you why.
I was going to but I couldn't find a suitable time to ask you.
When I did, I forgot about it.
I'm such a bad person, am I?
The point is every time I'll be lost in another world.
Any worries or just anything will be forgotten.
When it ends, I remember everything again.
Why can't that moment last forever?
(date written: 27/8/2014)
10/9/2014
I still haven't asked you.
Looks like I'll never know then.
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Crush
Short StoryCrush (verb or noun) 1. deform, pulverize, or force inwards by compressing forcefully. 2. violently subdue (opposition or a rebellion). 3. a crowd of people pressed closely together. 4. a brief but intense infatuation for someon...
