Dear You.

2012-03-04T03:32:00.000+07:00

You don't know how it feels like to be in the crowd, looking at every direction, hoping to see a face. A face only; yours.
You don't even know why you want to see that face and looking for it here. You just want to see it even for just a second. You're not sure either of what you're going to do if you really find that face you wanted to see so bad.

And then you wonder if you've gone crazy as if you're not at least half-crazy already. And when you realize it's not gonna happen, that you're not gonna find that face here, you feel it again; that same cold feeling that make the butterflies in your stomach frozen. Do you even know how complicated it feels to feel like wanting to hug and slap the very same person? Like, you want to slap that person then say sorry and give that person a hug? Why? I don't know... for making me feel all these complicated things? For making me feel miserable sometimes?

Well, that's how I feel about you right now. Please slap yourself.

Sincerely,

-di

PS: You can come to me later for a hug.

D i + Severus were here

Dear You.