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Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Colours.
I have this strong urge to write, to write about a boy. The boy whom I met a year ago. But I don't really know what to say, so I shall just keep it short.
When I first saw him, he was wearing green, had his hair sleekly gelled up, face painted with different streaks of green and a green band across his forehead. The only thing that wasn't green was the blaring red in my head, screaming out "He's so hot." And since that moment, I'm always keeping a lookout for him. Lucky me, our groups were consistently paired together for the station games. And all I really wanted to do then was to stare. Everytime I see him around school, my first instinct will be to stare, second will be to run. Oh how ironic.
Grey was when I stopped stalking and paying attention to him upon knowing he's attached.
White was the colour of indifference when I stopped caring, I never stood a chance anyways.
Red was when I was fueled with bravery, hoping to take a picture and finally talk to him. To have a closure to this whole one sided admiration bullshit.
Brown was when I was told not to try because he's upset. It's also saddening to see him upset.
Yellow was when he texted me. And I was like "He finally knows I exist."
Blue was the colour to tell me that my text was left to rot in the archives of the deleted messages.
This is the first (and prolly the last) time that I am being so obsess with somebody I don't even know. I guess that's why I thought he's special.
He prolly thinks I'm creepy af, oh well.
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