him.

I never thought that I would feel the nerve

of writing about someone at midnight again.

I never thought that it would be nice; be able to do thing

I used to constantly do back then.

I never thought that it would be him;

a complete stranger,

a complete unknown concept,

a complete imperfectness,

a complete him.

It’s not like that he becomes my muse

at the moment.

It’s not like that he is my wonderwall—I said maybe…

It’s not like that I would give up on everything just to be with him.

It’s not like that I find him interesting.

It’s just like I’m going backwards to the phase where I learned how to write as a little girl

for the first time in my life.

And he was my very first word I could ever write.

Thank you.

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