I stumbled upon something of which... my curiosity feasted upon. No, I wish I hadn't. I wish that she wouldn't have to hide her emotions when she'd speak to me. We're friends, no? Why can't she just let down her guard for a moment and stop treating me like a total stranger?
If she really does miss me, then express it. If she doesn't, express it as well. She's practically lying to herself.. AND I HATE IT. 3 points... if I haven't inferred wrongly... 3 points... had been referring to me. I'd really wish that I hadn't read anything. I'd really wish I weren't so resourceful... I'd really wish that I could just... walk out of that memory, so that it'd stop stifling my life now... I know that I'd be overwhelmed by those emotions... if she's ever gonna say that she'd want to be with me again. I'm just that soft-hearted to those whom I had cared for. Blame me, but please do forgive me... For you'd be grateful if you were to hurt me this badly again, and yet would still want to reciprocate...
Or perhaps.. I guess I really did make an incorrect inference. I'm not whom she was talking about... It was perhaps.. only wishful thinking on my part.
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Someone came knocking on my heavy and grand oak doors today... there was a slight clinking on that old and cranky-yet-secure padlock. Someone's out there... Should I take a peek? Or should I continue to live my life in misery... in that of ours? So that I wouldn't feel guilty towards you? What is friendship to you? Teach me... guide me... enlighten me.