I actually wanted to wear this white top to a friend's band performance when my mom said it looked ugly& so she gave me hers from paris. Unhonest enough i didn't reject to it. Don't be mistaken, it is nice but not comfy for the occassion. I always think i have no particular style& that i choose what i feel like wearing. So i went to the public ladies to change back into my ugly top.
I figured what i'll submerge into as an interest. The thing is, i hope i'll be succumb to this& i'll have to do it secretly. Anyways i too figured what messed me up. Regretfulness. I'll assumed rejection& unexisting second chances then i run. A short situation ytd vacate all these doubts which supposedly made me angry.
Sometimes the prettiest things i don't know how to draft. Descriptions just go blank in my mind but the hidden smiles are there. At one point of time i can predict his un-swerving love just by a light peck from him or a closely resting position we sit by. In the end i rather keep those thoughts than write about it. It feels more precious.
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