as i write this, someone is currently staring at me and keeps on staring tho i asked to not to.
it feels weird you know, to be stared at by someone you haven’t been able to meet for years. and then when that someone finally right in front of you and instead of talking like any normal person would do, he just stares. like it could be the last time he could see me in real world.
tho it is nice somehow, to be the one who stared. it feels like the world is a blur and there is only me and him.
and i can’t help but rewinding months by months when we were together. every sadness, tears, laughter, happiness. the fulfilled moment. that moment when there is no one but us.
then i wake up.