I would love to know if there’s a spot on the friendship spectrum between total stranger and a breakfast companion? and ideally, just a notch underneath taking you to the airport, catch the first flight in the morning, and go somewhere far away just the two of us?

I know that’s a thing I shouldn’t did in the first place. It is surely not a sin, but the most terrifying, painful one. You know, like pinching the pimples. It hurts so bad it makes my heart burns, burns, and burrrrrns.. but I bloody keep doing it over and over and over again because it felt so good and so addictive you couldn’t live without it.

Although, devious minds think alike and they said that conversations are so much better when we have something in common.

Why, on earth, am I always fancy someone so different I couldn’t even see our future together?

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