I hate that you unintentionally make me smile when my mind just starts thinking about you.
& then you wonder, "Who da heo is she talking about?" and I reply, "No one," because in fact, I'm not supposed to love you.
After all, he's just a figment of my imagination.
Whatever, I'm already content with my fambam and homie gees. <3
I don't need you. So why should I waste time trying to play games with you?
I see all these girls, getting their hearts broken, even before anything happens, and I'm just thinking, I have better things to do with my heart.
Am I in a state of delirium? Or am I simply being realistic? I prefer the latter.
But yes, I do like you.
So what then?
Nothing. Just 'cause I like you doesn't mean I'm gonna make you be mine. Why should I? Don't you like your freedom? I know I love mines.
So, tell me when you're ready. You'll know when the time comes.
