Maybe I was being too picky.
Maybe I didn't want to be close to anyone.
Maybe I'd just be the type who couldn't feel love all the
way or something.
But these maybe were slowly shattered.
Before, I have this notion of never falling inlove.
I have known and experienced almost all of the romantic
cliches
Then I realized I'm not made for this.
Love, I believe, is the most elaborate method of self-harm.
So then I met him,
That someone who makes me question things,
He who changes my peaceful reality,
He who revolutionized my world in a second.
He made me experience things I never thought I would be
capable of,
Let me fool myself a little longer,
He's my favorite human indeed
Someone you can be free around with.
No we didn't date.
Technically he wasn't an ex-boyfriend.
But he was an ex-something,
An ex-maybe,
An ex-almost.
