Maybe subconsciously, you are living in my heart. Even if I try to kill you, you are just there inside me, happily playing with my bloods. And everytime I feel the need to talk to you, I give up the phone and turn on my laptop, writing. Every new story updated, is actually because I miss you.
Secretly and sincerely.
So lucky to have met you, and so unlucky. Still don't know what is it in you that really catch me. Chances are, I am lost in the
forest of you.
#iwrotethisforyou
*Haha! Nah plastik kuning biohazard*
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