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Doorbell is not working.

He wore a light purple long sleeve shirt with white stripes that blends in so well with the colour purple.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“I like your shirt.”

“I have the same shirt in blue and pink too.”

I like him even more.

He doesn’t read my blog and I don’t think he ever will. He’s just not the kind of person who reads.

And also not the kind of person whose mind can be read.

Sometimes I think I don’t know him at all.

8 comments

  1. ur blog has a kind of sweetness tat makes me coming back. pls write more abt love, tat would help me learn about the physics of time travel… 🙂

  2. Remain-anony-unless-u-really-nd-to-know: Thank you. I’ll try to write more on that. Anyway, why-is-ur-nickname-so-long? :))

  3. hehe… becoz the nick has to explain why it remain anony… i think i just like talking everything thru, but it is not good always and not everyone appreciate the bare-straight-frankness. i’m learning to be more poetic at the moment.

  4. i mean sometimes, i just need to learn not to say things out and just let other ppl feel, sense it. Nowadays is all about feeling… feel…

  5. shorter-nick: Okay, I’ll let you be whoever you want to be. To feel and to remain anonymous, if that’s what makes you comfortable. 🙂

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