My realm

And again, the story ends before even getting started.

I don't know what "crushing" over someone means. Because I will not dare to call it a crush. What I felt was true, it came out from my mouth, my stomach desperate to hear his voice rather than have some food. I starved for 4 days straight. I never felt hunger, or thirst. I wanted to spend every minute of mine with him. And I did everything to make him stay. But, he left. He left, and he left me with scars that I can't mend. As if all my emotions went in search of him. My mind has got some new address, I don't know where. My heart jumps a beat when i see his picture. My forehead sweats thinking about girls he loved, liked or crushed. My soul weeps, for what sin have I done to gift me this unrequited love. He is not going to look back at me. I know.

Rachel said exactly what i mean to say to my crush. Fucking!

And then, i will go back to my books and boo.

Sometimes love gives me a mirage of myself in the dreary sandhearts of desperacy, that i mistook it for.