...I have nothing to say. I haven't updated GBRO for about three months. So here's a time filler drabble.
'What do you think of me?'
Since it would be too embarrassing to ask, it's better for me to just wonder it from the top of my head.
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'What do you think of me?'
I always ask it in my mind. Do you hate me? Do you like me? ...or maybe even more than that?
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'What do you think of me?'
It's an innocent yet forbidden question. For me, the answer is almost unattainable. It's too difficult to ask.
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'What do you think of me?'
The answer would be bittersweet. Even though I've never asked you, I have a glimpse of what you're going to say. Your answer would make me slightly happy, but it would also cause me sadness.
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"You're my best buddy!"
I'm happy because I'm your best friend, but sad because I know, I'll never be more than that.
Today, I saw you with Crystal, as usual. You two were laughing almost endlessly, like nothing could ruin your day. Your smile was brighter than any I've ever seen before.
I smiled to myself, and silently slipped away.
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"Be happy, you two."
I knew the answer all along, playing it on repeat in the back of my mind.
'What do you think of me?'
Today too, I wonder it from the top of my head.