Just Not Me

For some reason, I still want to be that person whom you miss. Whom you’re “hugot-ing” about. Whom you’re having problems with. Whom you’re feeling depressed about. Whom you want to be with.

It couldn’t be me because ours was just a fling. We just saw each other around last year. But I felt that it was something real 8 weeks ago.

It couldn’t be me because you like somebody else. You like a lot of people.

It couldn’t be me because I was just another girl who you flirted with.

It couldn’t be me because I am nothing.

My eyes wonders around if it would see you. Telling myself that I hope I don’t. But in truth, I want to.

My stomach crumbles whenever I thought I saw you. Or whenever I feel that you’re around. It’s like, I have this detector inside of me that goes crazy whenever I feel you.

Don’t mistaken that I’m not over you.

I am.

It’s just that.

I want to feel that I really meant something to you. Because you meant something to me.

I hope you could read this. I wish you could read this. I want you to read this.

But I don’t have the guts to do so.

So I’ll just do what I’ve been doing.

Wait until all of this fades… and be forgotten.


The Truth About Meeting Someone At The Wrong Time

Just… Yea

Thought Catalog

Timing is something that none of us can seem to get quite right with relationships. We meet the person of our dreams the month before they leave to go study abroad. We form an incredibly close friendship with an attractive person who is already taken. One relationship ends because our partner isn’t ready to get serious and another ends because they’re getting serious too soon.

“It would be perfect,” We moan to our friends, “If only this were five years from now/eight years sooner/some indistinct time in the future where all our problems would take care of themselves.” Timing seems to be the invariable third party in all of our relationships. And yet we never stop to consider why we let timing play such a drastic role in our lives.

Timing is a bitch, yes. But it’s only a bitch if we let it be. Here’s a simple truth…

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