A cup of tea... anyone?

I saw him again last night. Was I happy? Yes. I was trilled to see him again. One of my main motive was to see him and I achieved that. He didn't have his glasses on which was a pity coz he looked mighty "hot" with glasses. Yes, busy snapping photos as usual. I peek at him a few times and was quite disappointed when I didn't have a direct view of him when we were sitting down.

As he was walking away, it suddenly occurred to me that this is useless. This is just pointless. Since the last time I saw him, I've partially gotten over him. And now, this? Why WHy WHY am I doing this to myself? Why am I torturing myself?? It doesn't seem right or logic to do this. Obviously, he doesn't even care, let alone bother about me. He just thinks I'm like all of his acquaintance, some random girl that just happen to pass through.Then, why do I care so much?

Yup. Should have stayed home instead.

But, then. Something inside me just tells me that he's just shy, maybe he's just scared to talk to me, maybe he thinks I don't bother? I don't care? That I think he's just another random guy? But, I do care! For real, I do care! I wanna care for you like there's no tomorrow.

These thoughts just make me wanna keep on "fighting". Somehow I'm still in it for the chance... a slim chance. Even if I die trying, I'm trying right? It's better than sitting around wishing for a miracle, a supernatural miracle to happen.