I just want to tell him this.
I reckon, that’s the dangerous part.
I can’t survive in this relationship, nor can I get out of it.
"When our friends tease us, you won’t look at me the whole day"
I was pretty sure we would meet again.
I never thought I would be one of those people.
Our friendship, or whatever this was, went on perfectly.
My happiness was nearing its expiry date.
I am just a machine.
I guess I should feel I am lucky. Right?