I wake up in the morning, thinking another day full of broken mysteries. I get to station, few minutes of waiting the most awaited puzzle to solve, there walking towards me. I smile, he smile, as he gently waves his hand a sign of 'good morning'. The unflattering glimpse of his small Asian eyes, as it blinks in slow-motion, he holds my hand tight. I shake my head, close my eyes, open it as big as I can, checking if I'm in reality.
I wish the train ride never ended. He carefully rest his head on my shoulder, start priceless conversations, and our eyes awkwardly meet.
Everything seems to be perfect (apart from my bad math test result) when I'm with him. He completes me. I feel like a rotting piece of blue cheese without him.
A tardy person like him makes me worried, I came up with all the weirdest circumstances that may have happen. I become crazy and anxious.
I die a little inside...
He's imperfect, wise, insensitive, creative and a 'nice guy'. He's a one unique person, with inexplicable thoughts.
He's my best friend and I think I'm madly in love with him.
-narcissisticblogger
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