September 16th
I do adore writing.
I adore how words can flow of my pen as the ink its writing.
And I adore you.
I just adore you, I don't really think I do feel something big and intimate as "love"
But, for now you have a piece of my attention with you.
Why I have fallen for you?
I never have fallen for anyone.
They fall for me…but I never pay any attention.
They don't deserve my attention, they don't deserve my time, and they don't deserve my voice, my body, anything.
They don't deserve me.
But…I want you to deserve me, to put the same amount of attention as your "dearest friend"
Your friend which I don't really like.
She just…
She just…
I can't find any words right now.
I don't want to sound like the meanest person in the world.
I'm not like that, I don't like being mean. Yet, I think she only does that for attention, she's quite needy.
Anyway...it's almost my birthday.
I hope you could remember, just a "Happy Birthday" from you will do my day.
