"Laha virtues kitiirah."
I love you lillah therefore I won't be selfish. This is a pleasure more than an indulgence for me. But it gets painful when hiding behind my cowardice is me merely observing as others do what I wish I would do...
I could have done better, why didn't I do better?
I care, I do. I really care. But I don't.. I can't show that I care but I want you to know that I care. This internal conflict is killing me. I was at lost and when at lost, I stall to gear bearing. I waited on my bench and observed because I was scared to walk over and ask. What will become of two awkward people anyway? Love is supposed to give you courage so perhaps I don't love enough?
He walked away. I shook off my reverie and realized we were the last around. I walked behind him, head still down.
He turned sideways and stopped. "Are you okay?"
That startled me. I felt a stumble coming. "Urm yes. Okay."
I ran off. Brat.
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Stalked off on how he was. Syafakallah.
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