currently listening to the my inner voices debating against each other
it’s 2am in the morning, i’m sleepy, but it’s though as something is missing
it’s not my brother cuz he’s usually alseep already
it’s not work cuz i have enough of it
it’s not tv episodes cuz i just finished one
it’s not songs cuz i’ve been carrying my ipod everywhere i go these few days
there’s only one thing left: girls
i’m not horny or anything. it’s just i rmb the nights when i stayed up to wait for that one phone call. even for 5 minutes, i would crawl out of bed, to hear her voice go extremely weakly, “hi”.
i know i’m asking for trouble if i’m thinking in this direction, but it’s not like there’s any hope anyway
i guess i have to admit the feeling is still there.
not as passionate, not as glorious, something i wouldn’t even admit if i was in a clearer state of mind
even if the chance came now, i wouldn’t take it.
my only hope is that maybe 20 years later, when we’ve forgotten all about this stupid child puppy love
when we’ve changed for the better
then i guess i might take my chances again.