"When are you going you write your next blogpost?"

A very question that I remember he asked, about a week ago. I didn't answer because I knew that the nature of my blog usually runs on some unspoken feelings, which many times means feelings towards romance, and which in this very case means him.

I just knew that the next time I'd write a blogpost, it'd be about him, again. And I was right.

"I can't keep up with your turning tables."

The very time that would put distance between him and I finally arrived. And this time, like many other stories, I left everything that was my everyday and him.

A close friend of mine screamt, "Listen to yourself!" and I did. My voice was breaking and repeating the same broken tune, "I am selfish and I shouldn't treat him this way."

What way, dare I asked myself. And I couldn't move my lips. I was perfectly aware that my mind was running for more excuses for him.

"He needs more time. He does not know what he wants. He is overwhelmed with other stuffs."

While, deep down, I knew that the only truth that I needed to face was I might be the only one in love.

I know what I want. I want to be his one and only woman and walk miles, together with him.
But if that has not crossed his mind, then we shall never complicate further... this very story should be ceased.