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Wednesday, 3 August 2016

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I was listening to Photograph, by Ed Sheeran.
Shits getting sentimental, next track.
Telling myself, don't cry don't cry. He still cares.
And I got my loud vibrating notification.
I'm gonna cry tears of joy.
He asked me out! He asked me out!!!
I can't handle this.
Omg. Please please, yh, don't screw it up! If he's asking, means I'm still a little vip in his mind. Gah.
Fuck.
Aaaaah.
What could go wrong? What's worst has already been done. I don't care if I'm being his lifetime partner, soulmate, a close friend or just a training buddy. I'll just be there whenever he needs me. Yeah.
Yeah.

If I broke up with my ex, and have no more feelings for him, I'd stop asking him out. For his sake, and my sake, stop wasting each others' time. I'd simply ask my siblings to go with me, or just go alone. It's a movie I really really wanna watch, I'd not let anyone screw it up for me. Assuming we might have a chance to still fix the relationship. 

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