There are words I like the most.
"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over."
Those words are exactly the same as my longlovestory. I met him in my first grade of senior high school because we were classmates and then we became friends but suddenly it turned out to be loved. I've spent my highschool's life with thinking about harry, harry, and HARRY.
But now, in my bed, suddenly I'm thinking that meeting you wasn't a fate at all, it's a curse, because since the day I knew him he has hurt me a lot until this very night. I dunno why I love him very much, but wait, is it love we're talking about?
"what is love?" my friend asked me once.
I dunno what love is, but I know these, when you can't see him, you miss him. When you see him, you wanna talk to him. When you talk to him, you wanna be his side forever. Is that too much??
Do I have to sort out my feelings? I've been trying a million times but it didn't work out for me. What do you think I'm supposed to do?
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