It's funny how we come to see people in a different light once we've found out we were seen in a diffrent light ourselves. A figure in the background, a passing face, an extra in a movie...until you find out that for a moment, for a second, to them you once became the focus, the star.
Sheesh, what the heck am I writing about. I don't even know if I like you, I just know that you tweaked my interest (or maybe I do like you and I just pretend not to.)
IT'S ALL ABOUT ACKNOWLEDGING ONE'S PRESENCE. It starts there, and hey, you did. I don't want to assume anything as that would be stupid but I know I'd be lying to myself if I say I don't care to have more of those moments, how ever short they might be.
I see you, you see me...but then it all changed when you looked at me. Sheesh, as the typical analytical mingu I am, I diagnose this, you, only as a projection of something I've been looking for. Or is it? A thought just popped in my head: Maybe you always seemed familiar because I already had you in my sight once before....and was only too cautious to keep the frame on you. Make me a part of your world again, and let me stay longer.
Argh, again, what am I writing about? This is so highschool. What the hell, my audio player is suddenly playing "Fool for Love", it's on shuffle mode, argh.Now I'm looking at you, wishing you'll also look back as you did before.
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.Ang landi...in other words may cwush ako.