Let's get this straight -- I am feeling under the weather right now.
And it's all because of you.
For weeks, I attempted to write about something happy or anything at all, hoping I could somehow forget. It was a fruitless endeavor. Everytime I face a blank page, my thoughts immediately drifts to you. Our seemingly endless conversations keeps playing in my mind. Yes, you distract me this much. You are usually on my daydreams that I already even have an idea what our next conversation would be about and how it will start. We'd talk about her and I'd listen attentively even if I'd feel somewhat hurt since these words would still be from you. My friends tell me that I'm being stupid for drowning my self into you without any assurance that I'll be revived. But what can I do if death by your words would send me to heaven?
It's quite funny since you don't realize that you already own me because you are focused on owning somebody else. Precious hours I secretly reserve just for you while I have to share for yours.
I'm not complaining because, your ignorance is my bliss.
I'm not doing all these things because I've already fallen for you. I do this because it makes me happy.
No, I don't love you. Not yet.
But if we continue this, I might as well jump right off the edge and fall hard.
