Waiting game

I don’t mind waiting. I don’t mind waiting as long as he knows that someone’s waiting for him. 😦 the thing is… he don’t.

Distract me

I need a distraction. Cause work is not a distraction enough. Thoughts… thoughts… wish I could filter my thoughts. My thoughts of you…

I’m so sad

Oh, but I’m scared to death
That there may not be another one like this.

Overthinking is what kills you.

Last weekend, I had a nice chat with my guy friend. I call him that because that’s the farthest I could call him. I can say he’s someone special because I’ll be honest, he really is. To call him my special someone is an entirely different thing. If you have read my previous post, this pretty much relates to the same person. When I asked him how he spent his birthday he was too eager to tell me the story. For some reason, I don’t know why I needed to hear that. But nevertheless, I listened like I always do. To cut it short, he met a girl his friend was “kind of” setting up for him to get to know. I asked him how well did he find her. He said she’s attractive (THAT KIND OF BROKE MY HEART, a little) ..but he doesn’t want to give her the impression that he’s into her. Because, he’s not exactly sure if he’s ready to dive back into the dating scenario. He said he’s just not ready to give it a go. I understand where that is coming from (but that’s not my story to share).

My overthinking capabilities have come up to two conclusions. One, he wants to let me know that he is not inviting the thought of dating someone. Two, he’s actually telling me that he’s not ready to date anyone – including…me.

Well, what do you think? I think I might have fallen already. Can’t I just stand up again?

Jealous

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I never thought I’d come to a point when I’d actually feel jealous. Jealous because you didn’t spend your birthday with me and yet, you spent it with a girl friend. Jealous because I wish I was there to spend it with you, wishing that I was a part of it, too. I know we are not “a thing” but we sure are something if not “a thing”. We never have to label it, although I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wish we did. You treat me as a friend or maybe something more than that. I treat you the same but you see… I’m starting to like you, really like you. I can never assume that you feel the same way about me.

They say

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other…Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever

I wonder what’s the case for us.