The once was a so burdensome atmosphere.
After a very long veer, you've finally shown up. Again.
Asked me out to watch a puppet theatre and a dinner before it.
We ended up having our second dinner after the show.
I've told you about my plans. Since you've eagerly told yours to me without being asked. Almost like asking me to be in it. In such short notice. In repetition.
You said you
are planning to move to Bali--This island where I've always wanted to have my life. Island of my liveliest childhood memory--You told me I should move there too.
I've told you mine and you did not mind. Just seem oddly offended.
I've told you about my plan. All of a sudden you told me I should have it in Bali.
Searched through the internet for graduate design programs, only to found out that there is none.
You could just ask me. I've done my research. But you never did. You are always in control.
You were so busy to keep going. I was busy worrying about you.
We talked sometimes freely
Sometimes with heavy hearts.
I was still captivated... You're a dear friend.
How can we're still awkwardly so drawn to each other?
