#272.
There are always going to be times when all I want to do is talk to you. When I'm amidst those moments, I would give a thousand anythings just to be even in the same room as you. Really, I would, you know that?

And then I stop. Because I realise how bloody impossible it would be. The fact that this brings a more than ridiculous sense of deja vu doesn't put me off though. At all, strangely. Initially, I thought I would just take the same path, and let the way you acted affect the outcome, hoping it wouldn't be the same. But I know now that that is stupid. It's stupid because you're so different. Different from anyone else I've ever met. So I've decided. I've decided I'm just going to take it slowly, one step at a time so I don't stumble over my own feet. Yeah. I know we've only just met. But what's to stop me from thinking ahead? Because after all, it's not such a long long way away, now, is it?


I don't know if you ever come by here at all, but in case you do, I'll be more specific for you. Progress, I'd said. I meant progress in terms of us. That the ball would keep rolling. Rolling rolling until the day we board that plane out of this hell hole down the track. Because it's you. You realise, it's you, my friend, that always makes me smile.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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