You are like coffee
THE HIGH
I told you I liked you, and you told me you liked "us", too. *Facepalm*
I said "No, it's not that like. It's the other like. The deeper kind of like." Comprehension dawned on you face.
You smiled a little, and apologized because you didn't know how to react. I said it was fine, goodbye. You told me to enjoy the break.
I had to go back to you to get something else. We talk like nothing happened, although I saw (or hallucinated) that your hands were trembling a little bit. I said goodbye and you asked if I would be okay because it was raining. I said I'd be fine, and you told me to enjoy the break (again).
I was in a daze, half laughing and half crying, spilling my guts to my friend through the mobile, and then you come and stand beside me, smiling. Why did you tease me so? I panicked (as if I wasn't panicking enough); my poor heart.
My friend wanted to talk to you, and you told her to talk some sense into me. She told you to do it.
You told me I shouldn't like you because you are my professor, and that you are old and worn out, but my brain could only half-understand the point you are trying to make by saying these. I was far too intoxicated with my own hormones. Dizzying, euphoria and faint-inducing hormones.
I talk to my friend again, and we say goodbye, and I don't know how I got home in that trance.
THE CRASH
I apologized for troubling you with what I said.
We talk for a little while, and it was mainly you trying to discourage me from liking you. *It's not working AT ALL though, I tell you. If anything, it even increased my feelings.*
You let it slip that you STILL HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.
~I thought, I really thought, and I was convinced, that I was realistic and that I wasn't expecting anything to come out of it. But I am hurting so bad, because of that one little information that slipped.
~And now, I want to cry so badly to relieve myself, but the tears won't come out, and I DON'T KNOW WHY.
~The pain feels hot, so hot, growing hotter by the second. It also feels very, very heavy, and it also is getting heavier by the second.
Suddenly, an anguished cry came from my soul:
"Lord, I want him so bad. Please just give me one chance at it."
I told you I liked you, and you told me you liked "us", too. *Facepalm*
I said "No, it's not that like. It's the other like. The deeper kind of like." Comprehension dawned on you face.
You smiled a little, and apologized because you didn't know how to react. I said it was fine, goodbye. You told me to enjoy the break.
I had to go back to you to get something else. We talk like nothing happened, although I saw (or hallucinated) that your hands were trembling a little bit. I said goodbye and you asked if I would be okay because it was raining. I said I'd be fine, and you told me to enjoy the break (again).
I was in a daze, half laughing and half crying, spilling my guts to my friend through the mobile, and then you come and stand beside me, smiling. Why did you tease me so? I panicked (as if I wasn't panicking enough); my poor heart.
My friend wanted to talk to you, and you told her to talk some sense into me. She told you to do it.
You told me I shouldn't like you because you are my professor, and that you are old and worn out, but my brain could only half-understand the point you are trying to make by saying these. I was far too intoxicated with my own hormones. Dizzying, euphoria and faint-inducing hormones.
I talk to my friend again, and we say goodbye, and I don't know how I got home in that trance.
THE CRASH
I apologized for troubling you with what I said.
We talk for a little while, and it was mainly you trying to discourage me from liking you. *It's not working AT ALL though, I tell you. If anything, it even increased my feelings.*
You let it slip that you STILL HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.
~I thought, I really thought, and I was convinced, that I was realistic and that I wasn't expecting anything to come out of it. But I am hurting so bad, because of that one little information that slipped.
~And now, I want to cry so badly to relieve myself, but the tears won't come out, and I DON'T KNOW WHY.
~The pain feels hot, so hot, growing hotter by the second. It also feels very, very heavy, and it also is getting heavier by the second.
Suddenly, an anguished cry came from my soul:
"Lord, I want him so bad. Please just give me one chance at it."