For me, he was the one who was responsible for those tears, for the scar, he was the one who created them. He was the one who was the devil. He was the one who stab me. He was the one who made my world full of clouds. He was the one who made my night full of coldness. He was the who made my sweet dream turn into a nightmare; it was all his fault.
For him, I was the one who was responsible for the pain he felt. I was the one who was the devil. I was the one played his feeling. I was the one who gave him coldness only. I was the one who failed him confessing his feeling; it was all my fault,
And so the war began with no end about who was wrong.
It was sad to know that he thought I was with the another guy.
It was terrible that both of us were too stubborn to open our perspectives.
But, that was us.
If he could only receive the it-was-all-my-fault information, then could he receive the I-had-been-waiting-for 3-years-to-share-everything-with-him information?
Remember when he asked whether HTTYD a move or a game? It had been 3 years. What a time. He made me feel this shit. 'Till now.
Nothing changed.
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Feeling and Thought of Him
RomanceThis writing contains sun, rainbow, rain, storm, sparkles and other things since he stepped into my life, since his name failed escaping from my heart.
