I know I'm not supposed to talk about you all the time, to every.body. because that means I'm flaunting. And flaunting annoys people. And annoyed people will later ask, "so, what's your progress with him?" though they can already see that there's none. And by that time, you will silently say, "nothing." and they will hear you said that word and so do you.

But then again, though it might be "nothing", I still can't stop talking about you. I don't know why.

This is almost like the feeling when I went to see my first orchestra. It feels like I'm the luckiest person on earth to have seen it. It feels like I have found definitions of my life. Though the orchestra ended at 10 p.m, it happened.

You happened.





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