It always has to be someone new, hah? He won't know about my
past and I won't reveal his disatventages, maybe because I
won't like to. And he'll be so nice, warm, closer then ever
and I'll get my head over feet and try to have something
more.
I will get my hopes high. Too high.
Then he'll det to know me; my worst and best faces, threw
all of those moment that I'll build and creat to ourselves.
And I, I will get into it much deeper. His scent, eyes,
touch will affect me much stronger. I won't take it any
longer, I know I won't, and after few weeks, worse cases-
months, I will try, try to do something to make him mine.
It doesn't metter how it will be done, cause- it will, my
tone, the way I'm dressed- those are just a sheild. I will
do it though, even if at the moment it will feel the most
wrong thing to do, and then- another rejection.
All of these hopes will be broken apart at the second of
hesitation of his, and maybe, just maybe, it will happen
even befor- at the monent of a subconsciosed hesitatio- my
owns.
And still, I will meet another someone, someone new...