i believe the only reason why i keep on writing is because i'm sure you won't ever read this, and you can barely remember my name. i'm not in love with you, never was never will. it's just that sometimes, people need to have a little obsession. some kind of passion that keeps them awake through the night, someone to think about when hearing a lovesong, someone that they like to feel unreachable. someone to cry for when everything's going wrong, someone to pretend they miss. a person that they can't talk to, because a strange force is holding them back. a person who will never know this sick habits that they have...like waiting for something to happen...waiting for the prince to come, when there's not even a story. hoping, watching and waiting. that's exactly what you mean to me.
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