On Thursday, I found him alone so we went for a walk (which soon became four walks from the common room to the canteen the long way round) and to talk....mostly I did the talking and the hitting of him for making me so sad and miserable and technically we never made any headway cause he refused to open up and talk.......
So I finally gave up.........I can't refuse my feelings for him......still in love and still love him.........still falling in love with his smile and his look.........................so I agreed to a truce and be friends with him.........................we atleast talk abit now....nothing serious......but atleast we talk..................
Do you know how hard it is to be friends with someone who you are in love with and yet he is not in love back........knowing that all the time you want to hold him and make him happy, take away his sadness, and he doesn't want you..........
I'm miserable..........I love being with him....and it hurts that he doesn't....................................
Still miserable...............*check*........yup........
Then today.............I've realized it..........
He don't love me......................................................
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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