the process

sitting on the bus, on the way to work, staring out of the window,
realising how lonely life is sometimes.
wondering how's life at your side, didnt wanna disturb your busy days,
but so so wanted your attention, even it mean just half an hour.
the dilemma, the urge, the decision,
affects one another.
the reply, the tone, the way we speak,
affects one another.
but no matter what the end product is,
the main point is that we chat.
you never like initiative, suckiest thing ever.
the fear of losing you in my life, you are always the person i wanna meet the second before i die.
you wont understand how it feels, because it doesnt bother you.
every few days, i'll open it, hoping to find some new surprises,
to convince myself that i still exist, somewhere in your brain.
because you know it well, what i am looking for, what i want.

slowly, time shows who are the true friends, who are just... friends.
hopefully things get clear, and so are the purposes and goals.

i have a friend, she's always there with me almost every sunday morning.
she runs with me, she explores with me, she plays with me.
Thank you girl.

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