Windy. Cold. Dry ice in my chest. Whenever I sigh, it gets colder inside. It's the feeling of regret. Frustration. Disappointing outcomes of a presumptive love. Presumptive because of silly suppositional incidences. I feel so down. Thinking about those words, the touch, the approaches, small distances between us just feel so right until realizing that I'm just fantasizing myself with those little and no good things that I am the only who is seeing. They were sensational to me. Felt like a "soul mate" thing --we're having the same feeling. The way I am crazy for you is just the same craziness you feel about me. Falsehood. I feel dumb. I liked it but felt sad about it. I'm feeling those things again with someone. I wish I don't love like this.
March 13, 2012