This is how a date goes.

This is how a date ends.

Wired in those unsettling emotions that I am feeling.

Almost certain that you may not want to see me again.

To me, you were perfect.

To me, you were THE guy.

To me, you were all I wish to know more about.

Maybe I jump to conclusions too early

But I rather do so than to face the hope that is hidden through the deep layers of my heart.

Maybe it is best.

I am sorry that I did not meet your unknown requirements.

I am sorry for being myself,

For sometimes, myself consits of everything that I don’t want to be.

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