when they placed themselves in seats a hand width away from me,
i felt my heart racing, myself almost breathless.
i tried making myself look nonchalant, but i felt stupid-er .
Good thing they looked away when i did, the rush went away eventually..
That was when my eyes met hers. It felt almost foreign, wasn't supposed to be like this.
She looked tired, worn,,but just different. I don;t know, just , i felt inferior, almost.
i don;'t remember her this way when i saw her before.
She didnt seem to want to see me either
i know how much has changed, detailedly.
i felt more than she did. Nothing really could get to her though.
Though we are almost similar, shes almost the opposite of me, character wise perhaps.
Comparing us, i;m a loud hailer. I don;t like being like that, she knows that too. Shes just ,
We both know we feel sorry about each other
If she had better control over herself, i don;t think things would be this state.
and if i had better control, i won;t be this sorry about it either.
But its ok, i guess someday when i look at her again,i know things would be better
by the time she learns and when i learn too. That would be good, i suppose.
someday i hope to look her in the eye
and say , " we did it, we overcame our obstacle".
we know we both don;t just hope,
we try, hard, but perhaps not hard enough.
Till then, when i see you again.
i hope we won't feel this way .
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anyway, on to deciding the university
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what we could have been, 6:57 AM.