Acceleration.
Sometimes we think that we’re good while others are less or 30,000 times better than us and that just brings us to a constant place where acceleration doest really work on someone that think there is another better or worse upbringing.
Now that’s a good thing to do.
But everything falls apart because you meet someone that steals away the entire airbags, sucks the heck of your amunition of air air air until you are left with something called heartbeat beat beat.
So where were you now?
Holding a secret admiration to other person is like holding a secret that you wish you could blow it off anytime. Its hard not to advertise it on your garage sale announcement platform.
If so, I would like to . .
Telling you how you just came up to me like a flutter, in a grocery, in the bus, or in the store I have been buying the jeans for years, even in my room which my friends said its dead flat because everything is white, blank, and plain, but now your face is like the Spring checkered must have pattern.
Okay that was too much. .
I like you. We should grab a lunch slash drink slash a ride over the ferris wheel slash come to my photoshoot slash help with my business paper that dues on someday in the November. .
And here comes the buddy spills out time.
Yes I think I’m in love with the best person ever. It’s like how everything always set us together, but it’s not like we’re trapped in birdcage, I think we like each other.
Hundred hours after …
I think this is wrong, and you are far too good for me.
So what now?
now that my airbags are back, I can finally breathe and see how things are moving too fast or maybe just not supposed to intersect at the first place.
So forget about it. I need to finish my business paper, its due tomorrow.
