So a semester went by. I braced through the period with hardships, blood and tears. And friends. Are they? At least a few are.
I'm slowly regaining myself back. I'm focusing on myself too.
That guy, he just, I don't know. He disappeared. I mentioned on one post about him, he's like a sailing ship. He comes and goes. And takes a piece of me every time. But now, he just went away. He's not coming back, I guess. This Ramadhan, we're all on semester break, back at home, spending time with family. So I waited for him to start the usual conversation. But he didn't. He still doesn't start the conversation.
As much as I understand that men don't text you unless he's bored or he really likes you, I still don't understand him. As much as I can guess his intentions, I still don't know his real intention. I wanted to ask him but I don't have that guts. I'm scared of being scarred. Because as much as I'm denying it, I'm starting to care for him. So right now I'm not really sure if I'm falling onto a bed of roses or just a pit hole.
Relationship is risky. I have no idea of what he's thinking.
On the other hand, I faced problems in making friends. I don't trust them. Since I realised that they only need you when they need something, like companions, or help in finishing assignments. At least, there are a few I can trust.
sigh
