I promised myself that it would be you to look at my back in the future when I pledged in the past, but here I am again, looking at your rear, refreshing and sun-kissed, nostalgic and, an eye-sore, such painful scenery to look at. It was already an instinct to run before you to make you see my back, moment I've always wanted to happen before my eyes, but here I am, just calmed down myself and continued walking under the searing heat while looking at your hair, your nape, your uniform, everything about you. And it hurts. We're back to being friends again, but not as close as we were before, not as sweet like how I view it as sweet before. And it hurts, so much, knowing that even if we're back to being friends, a wall is necessarily built to distance my self from you, particularly, my feelings and love for you, young guy. So inside this weeping heart is another set of unexplainable words turned into a literary piece, holding and keeping the ache of a lifetime and suffering. I love you so much, but....what can I do?
[R]
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Emotion Speaks: Illusions and Aches
AléatoireA collection of short literary works about emotions springing to life through words of a broken-hearted writer, one-sidedly loving a single man through years of admiration. Mixed works of real and imaginative words, scenarios will always give you t...
