I was in total trash this morning. Rain jacket, bamboo flip flop, dark eyes’ circles. I saw her again and thought about what I thought when I first saw her. She was a boy back then.
Today she is not wearing the grid shirt as usual. She looked like a boy clown in that shirt, with green and red patterns. I am not sure how I could describe her look: quiet, happy but not quite bubbly, mild, awkward, but above all lovely.
It’s not fair for her if I like her because she looked like a boy. But seriously, I still remember how that girl looked last year and it was not even worth gazing a second time. I sound mean and hurtful here but I don’t mean it. There are too many people in this world and we should save our time and gazes for certain people.
I should get out of this room right now.
Những lúc như thế nào là confusion nào là heart-broken sao không nói thẳng m cho nhau nghe.